“Do you think I’m a monster?” Myka asked in a whisper. “For feeling relief at seeing the corpses of my parents?”
Peter swallowed; he didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to support Myka and comfort him. But how could he?
“Not exactly,” he finally said after taking a minute to process his thoughts.
Peter licked his lips and swallowed before he continued.
“I can’t personally understand how you felt or what you went through,” he said. “Seeing my dead parents has been a nightmare I have struggled with for seven years.”
Myka swallowed and tried to pull away from Peter, feeling the shame of his admission. But Peter didn’t let him go.
