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It was a bit humiliating to hear her reply with a suggestion so rational, that it made his paranoia about Anselm nearly disappear…But humiliation was much easier to bear than anxiety. He drew in a breath, and exhaled; his shoulders sank a bit. Yeah, yeah, you’re probably right, He said. He felt relieved, and grateful that she could cut through his paranoia so easily.

But what she said next made him tense up. The fur along the back of his neck lifted, to hear her suggest that he could use that chance to escape- a notion that had not occurred to him. He had his children to consider- and not only them.

No, He said, as easily as if the question had been so simple. No, I- I couldn’t. I….Is that what…If you had the chance, is that what you would do? He asked, his face pale with dread.