'Come, let's get you cleaned up," he says, releasing me from our hug, as he peels my hands off of him.

He captures my hand in his and walks us to my restroom. I fall into a daze as I watch him move. It's still unbelievable to me that he is alive.

He puts the toilet seat down and asks me to sit. Once I am seated, he tries to remove my clothes.

'I can do it," I tell him, but he stops me.

'Let me do it," he says, calmly as I drop my hands, and I allow him. He slowly ...