Her touch slowly loosens the threads that are holding parts of him together. The makeshift sutures start to slip out of him like he's turning to Jell-O in her hands.
βHe said I should forget you and he'd find me a wife and fix everything, and then I wouldn't have to bring shame on my father and forsake God and generally be revolting,β Michael says, tone going flat. βI dunno why he's worried about shame. We're not even related.β