“Why did you come for me?” I can’t bring myself to ask him about Helen directly. I’m pathetic enough, naked except for a hospital gown with smudged wedding makeup on. No need to look like a possessive psycho on top of all that. So I inch as close to the question as I can without tumbling over the edge.
“I already told you: you weren’t supposed to be there with Trofim.”
“Okay, but why did that matter?” I press. “You sent me away. It’s not like I was your responsibility anymore. It wouldn’t have made any difference to you whether your brother was torturing me or not. You could have left me.”
“No,” he retorts. “I couldn’t have.”
My hands slide across the thin hospital comforter, closer to him. I’m not sure if I want to grab his shoulders and shake answers out of him or throw my arms aroun
