“Have you thought about what you’re going to do?” he interrupted, before shovelling salad into his mouth. “After this?” “I…” I licked my lips, nerves rising alongside the desperate urge to ask if I could stay with him. If he wanted me to. “No. I don’t know.” If you ask me to stay with you, I will. I stared at his bent head, wishing I was brave enough to say it. I’ll teach you to read. I’ll go back to your safehouse in the middle of nowhere with you.
