He rested his cheek against her mound and breathed her in, the woman he loved, who loved him in return, and he knew he could tell her everything about his past and she wouldn’t run screaming from him. He knew at that moment that he could trust her with that dark part of himself that he kept locked away from the rest of the world. He knew he could trust her with the little boy he had been, the one whose world had become a horror story, and that she would take care of him. That there was the ...