At night, Edmond came to see me. He looked very tired. It seemed that what Martin said was true. Edmond had been tormented by my father and Hank. This was retribution! I persuaded him to feed me. He forced a smile but still cut fish for me. I refused. I didn't want him to use a fork. I wanted him to feed me with his mouth.

Edmond was so pestered by me that he had to bite slices of fish and feed it to my mouth. I giggled and kissed him on the lips. Seeing him like this, I was ...