Arsan’s hands trembled as he held me close. His finger wiped away the tears that flowed down my red hot cheeks. “Please, don’t listen to him.”
His words were only a whisper but they felt like a shout inside my numb head. Everything that I was able to hold onto this long was vanishing in a confusing mess of stories and lies. I didn’t know who to believe. I didn’t know who to trust. There was only one question that needed to be answered, “Is it true? Did he send you to kidnap me?”
I could tell that he didn’t want to answer me. His face contorted in pain, physical and mental. All I needed was that one word, yes or no, and I would be satisfied. When his gaze dropped and his hands fell from my face I knew my answer.
“Yes,” he whispered in my ear.
My heart broke.
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