‘I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t see you coming. I thought you were – would—’ He broke off, choking on the words. ‘I’m sorry.’ I was the one who’d made the mistake. A man who had been locked up alone for a decade, whose only human contact was having his handcuffs chained and removed, would be completely unprepared for a small act of kindness. He would have instinctively seen it as a threat to his personal space, which was how I’d wound up sprawled on the floor.
