Chapter 15

“Or is it that you wish me to go?” he asked, when none was offered.

I gestured “no” again.

“Are you okay? Are you safe and fed? Do they harm you? Are you held against your will?”

I nodded and then moved my head side to side.

“Too many disparate questions.” Ewan smiled. “For the moment, do you need to be rescued?”

I answered with a twist of my chin.

“I’ve read your writings,” Ewan said.

My mouth fell agape. My brows shot up in bewilderment and disbelief, an expression asking, “How?”

“In the cellar.” Ewan had deciphered it. “Dozens of pages,” he said. “Hundreds, even. Over how many years?”

I turned away.

“I worry for you. You are not what they’ve led you to believe. You are not a fool. Not a fool or a simpleton, except of their making.” Ewan removed more bricks—six, eight, ten of them.

I turned back, a look of worry on my face Ewan once again read for what it was.