“Do you know how many men laid in this very chair before you?” I ask casually, glancing at his shredded face. “N-no,” he cries, dragging the note out in a sorrowful wail. “Me neither,” I shrug. “Lost count. But what I do remember is that I broke every single one of them.” Max squeezes his eyes shut when I lean forward, not brave enough to face his tormentor. “But you’re the first one to have broken me first, Max. I can admit that. You broke me into tiny little pieces when you took Addie from me. Because of you, I’m no longer a man.”
