Contract marriage: I am the daughter of my husband's enemy
“I don’t, right?”
Milo rubs his chin, and to everyone’s surprise, Varen gasps and runs to the bathroom. When he leaves, we all laugh out loud.
I look back at the stranger with a smile, “Tell me about Tarzan.”
He spends the next hour telling me the story. He tells me about the jungles, vines, and gorillas. He goes ahead to tell me about other Disney characters. Talks about cities, trains, and oceans.
His hands move while he talks, his eyes brighten, and for the first time since finding him, he stops looking haunted.