Celine's POV
"Celine, tell me about your childhood. Before… and with the Kleins."
His voice came out steady, like he had practiced the sentence a thousand times before speaking it aloud.
My lips parted, but no sound came out. Instead, my throat tightened painfully, and every instinct inside me screamed at me to keep quiet, to protect my past the way a wounded animal protects its last safe place.
He studied me for a moment, then exhaled softly and began walking deeper into the garden, hands tucked behind his back. He didn't look back, just flicked his fingers once, a silent command for me to follow.
I did for fear that he might change his mind towards this little breath of fresh air.
I wanted to ask him why he suddenly changed his mind concerning locking up a woman on her period, like family tradition demanded, but that would be unwise and might lead me back to staying indoors.
So for now, I just followed behind him quietly.
