“You would have thought he died,” her confessor said. “And for that you’ve allowed yourself to suffer all this time?”
“My Daddy said that he wasn’t going to punish me. I’d have to think about what I’d failed to do and that would be enough. Breslin never let me forget, and then I married a man who was just like him.”
By the time the last truth surfaced, she was back inside the strange stone fortress with Daniel’s proxy, looking into the man’s cold eyes.
“You mean to tell me that this incident never crossed your mind long enough to consider as the source of all your suffering?”
“Never.”
“Fuck.” He shook his head. “You’d better get cleaned up.”
She’d spent five hours in the hands of the man on the cliff and she never knew his name. In her mind she’d called him Brother Savage because it
