Sighing, he moved back into the bedroom and crouched in front of her again.
“George has done a few things wrong, but like I said, this is mostly my fault.”
“I know. Because you brought me here and locked me up! Why did you do that?
What did I do?”
Fuck. She sounded so lost and lonely. He couldn’t f*****g stand it. She was chipping through the wall surrounding his heart.
“Pequeña, you didn’t do anything. Why would you think that? This has nothing to do with you.”
“Doesn’t it? Then why am I being locked up and punished?”
“No one is punishing you.”
“George made me kale salad! If that’s not punishment, I don’t know what is. And no coffee . . . urgh.”
She put her hands over her face. He frowned as he took in her fingernails. They looked ragged and sore. Some of them had spots of blood
