Set Me Free
Seeing how terrified and cautious I was acting right now made it hard for him to catch his breath.
He stood up, pushed my wheelchair forward, and tried to soothe me. “Eva, no one is ever going to punish you again. You’re good. I just want you to be like you used to be. You used to laugh, get angry, call me by my full name, and even pinch my ears. Don’t do this… please?”
All I did was lower my head again, my voice growing faint and weak. “That would be crossing the line, and I will be punished for it. It was my fault. I won’t ask for painkillers anymore.”