finished off the soup and pushed the bowl away from me. Then I leaned back and sipped the water.
“Now I’m going to leave,” he said, getting to his feet.
“Where are you going?” I asked, attempting to hide my relief.
“To leave you alone. You can sleep upstairs if that’s more comfortable for you. I just want to give you something to think about before I go.”
I looked at him quizzically. What could he possibly have to tell me that would make a difference at this point?
He bent down and looked me in my eyes. “Remember the night you slashed my chest and burned me?”
“Yes,” I admitted, recoiling further into the sofa.
“Have you ever wondered why I didn’t take the knife from you?”
“Huh?” I asked, my fear forgotten as my eyes bugging out.
“I could easily have taken it from you. I didn’t. Ev
