"I'm pretty sure he would have, too," Isaiah muttered. "Blamed the whole thing on you, somehow. I don't blame you for being scared. I lived three years feeling constantly on edge, and I don't think I breathed a sigh of relief til I was on that plane to Boston."
He found one of Adrian's hands and squeezed it gently. "But you got out, Ade. You got away, we both did. We survived, and that has to count for something, right?"