Chapter 50

“I’m glad someone sold the story, even if it was out of greed. I mean, if they wanted to help, they could have done more. How long were you there?”

“About four years. I was freed a week before my twentieth birthday. It’s been twelve years, and I’m still not over it.” Rene shakes his head. He hates that he’s not “normal,” whatever that means. He hates that he has nightmares about men in black with guns and people in white coats with needles.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I can’t imagine what you went through, but four years being used as a test subject? I can’t imagine many people would be okay after that. But you’ve worked, made good money. You’ve made a home for yourself, and it’s not controlling you. If I were in your place, I’d never let a human into my home,” Evan says, leaning closer to Rene and putting his arm around Rene’s shoulder, moving so he’s cuddling, is the only word for it.