“Forgiveness. Retribution. To forget.”
“Were your prayers answered?”
“No.”
I rested my head against his cheek. “Her dying wasn’t your fault, you know.”
He grunted.
“What did she do to you?”
William stiffened and I knew I had hit a nerve. And I realized that there was a lot that he wasn’t telling.
“She hurt you didn’t she?”
“Yeah, she did.” He didn’t say anymore and I didn’t press him. He would talk when he was ready.
I could feel the sadness all around him. God, what it must feel like to carry that around all the time. My heart ached for him and yet I didn’t know what to do to make it all better. I wasn’t sure I even could.
“You can fly with me, William. I won’t let you fall.”
He hugged me tightly to him. “I am flying with you,” he whispered. “And I’m waiting for the crash.”
