"Can I talk to you?"

Her voice is my version of heaven after starving for weeks for even a single word. I want to leap up and grab her, hold her against me and beg her to forgive me. I still don't regret my action against the traitor, Xavier Gunther, but I do regret that my violence against him and the lie I told her has caused her to lose faith in me.

I look up from where I sit on a bench, my hands buried deep in the moist soil of our new greenhouse garden. Instead of ...