"Please don't tell him," Iestyn burst out, wringing his hands in front of him and looking pleadingly at Tuck. "It's hard enough- every day- but here I feel like I'm free of it, and- and- I just don't want it hanging over me constantly like a sword of Damocles. Please? He makes me feel happy." It was such a precious happiness that if he lost it now, he didn't know what he'd do. And he knew Tuck was almost a stranger and owed him nothing, but he looked kind and he was a man of God, surely that counted for something.