That is a promise.”
Elena searched his face for a lie.
For manipulation.
For the trap.
She found only exhaustion and regret.
She sat down again.
For a long time, neither spoke.
Then she said, “I hate you.”
“I know.”
“I hate the way you treated me. I hate the way you screamed in that kitchen. I hate that you terrified those little girls. I hate that you think continue reading …