The Cost of Silence

Nadia

Both statements were true.

Once again, Torin managed to lock the full truth away behind them like treasure. The draught still punished the omission with one final, catastrophic wave that made his knees buckle and it took every ounce of my willpower to not run to him again.

He stayed in the chair only by pure, stubborn will, head bowed, breathing like a man who had just run for miles on broke