and he knew now that the only thing he ever had to apologize for was that he hadn’t recognized that the kidnapping was there to show him how every single other moment of his life, he was not being kidnapped. That there was danger and there was safety—neither of them are passive creatures—but he’d only ever acknowledged the danger. He hadn’t realized that the safety was aggressive, too. He hadn’t realized that for every single moment of his life that he was not in that basement, chained to a pipe like an animal, he was free like a king.
