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Chapter 12

Or in history books.

“And so my parents made me come here. Made me stay here. Now they have also gone, for a while. They say they hope to find a tutor for me, to help me.” He frowned, as if struggling to find the right words. “To help me assimilate into society.”

I pulled up on my elbows, staring down at him. It was the first time he’d ever spoken of his family. “A tutor?” I was pretty sure there was no tutor who could treat Eliot’s particular condition. Maybe they were seeking a doctor or psychologist. Or a gaoler? Had his family left him here for good, ashamed of him—fearful of him? I didn’t know whether I should be scared or sorrowful. A beautiful young man like Eliot, loving and needy.

And so alone.

“Eliot.” I reached for him, wanting to comfort him somehow. “I need to know how I fit into this. What the fuck I’mdoing here.”