But I cannot stop. Because I could have been taken or worse, I could have lost my child, Martin could have been killed and I cannot afford to be gentle with the truth but I take a deep breath and recoil my anger.
Maybe he didn't do it himself, maybe he let our plan slip to the wrong ears. I force myself to give him a benefit of doubt against my more willful judgement.
"Max. Did you tell anyone?" I ask, quieter. "Anyone at all?”
A part of me wishes he would say yes. That he would he give me another target to point this gun at and not him.
"No." He answers immediately and with such firmness that it's hard to doubt.
"No one. I swear it to you, Freya. On my life, on my mother's grave, on anything you want me to swear on. I told no one. There is no one I would have told."
I look at him a
