His statement made sense to her now.
After he left her to stew in her own emotional exhaustion until she passed out, it finally clicked when she remembered his random remark.
“How strange, innocence.”
He didn’t understand her worldview, not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t.
He truly couldn’t relate.
That was the totality of his summary about her. To him, whatever innocence he saw in her was foreign and something unexperienced by him. And to Phatima, that reasoning seemed virtually impossible. How is it that the only way she could explain his confusion about her was for her to reason that he’d never known what that was?
Had he ever been innocent? Surely he had a childhood? Parents who raised him? A home? There had to be a time in his life when he could be described
