“I’ve been doing some thinking,” I said. “You refused to tell me your plans, but I don’t mind sharing mine.”

“Which are?” he sneered, back to his old, charming self.

He only softened toward me for a few minutes when I dropped a tear or two.

“I’m the chatty type, and I’m fresh out of prison. Who doesn’t want to practice talking after being locked up in a solitary cell without seeing any living thing for a week? You’re extremely lucky that I didn’t suffer ...