Chapter 34

“Oh, dear,” Heather said.

She put a hand on his shoulder, and he flinched away. He leaned himself against the wall, hugging his arms to his chest, keeping his back to us.

He looked sad as he stood there, leaning into the wall as if he needed its support to sustain him, still bundled up in his winter coat. And again, no fight, no flight, no trying to escape. He merely stood there, the blows raining down on his head, completely helpless to do anything about it.

I hovered over him, waved at his face, trying to get his attention, but he refused to open his eyes.

Finally, I took his hand.

His eyes flew open at this affront, and he tried to be mad at me—I could see him making the effort—but I began to draw circles on his palm while I watched him, offering him a sad face to show him I was feeling sad too. He eventually dropped his eyes to watch as I drew circles on his palm. He bit at his lip.

You,I said, pointing my index finger at him. We love you. We will see you soon. Okay?