Discovering the Wolf: Finding the Bond Mender
He turns to look at me over his shoulder, and I give him a single nod.
“Brett, this might be painful, but I need you to tell me and be descriptive, tell me what it felt like when the bonds snapped. Was like a sharp break, a slow tear or gradual fade?” Something about my question makes him lift his head again to look at me, he knows that I believe him.
“It was…a slow tear. Like my heart was being torn apart every day they were missing. I could feel I was losing them; I kept expecting to see my chest bleeding but there was never any blood.