The lightning cracked again and I could see the tears that were now running down Arsan’s cheeks. He looked like he was in anguish internally, a feeling that I fought myself, but for different reasons.
“Tell me how this started.” If anything he owed me an explanation.
I could feel his body tens from my question. “I… I don’t know where to start.”
“Start at the beginning and tell me everything. You owe me that much.”
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