“I was a captor to you, but you have given me my only hours of true happiness.” His hands clenched by his sides then, as if to hold on to the stolen bliss, but his fingers curled over emptiness. “To me,” he said, “you were the light in the dark place to which I’d bound myself.”

“I was a captor to you, but you have given me my only hours of true happiness.” His hands clenched by his sides then, as if to hold on to the stolen bliss, but his fingers curled over emptiness. “To me,” he said, “you were the light in the dark place to which I’d bound myself.”

— Evie Dunmore