Having starved for the most time, and then the infection on his foot had knocked him out for most of the time. Rarey as ever it was that he had ever been awake, he had been fed whatever Leah could find for him.
In those moments, he had never been grateful. Aiden remembered that he had prayed.
He used to join his hands and look up to the roof, the barrier in between him and sky, that Leah would be able to bring the food that was being served to her.
He was a dick to her and he knew that.
Most of the time, is not all of her, she had risked her life multiple times to save him, even though she did not know him and could have left him alone to die without having it on her conscience.
Yet she did not. She was braver than he was.
Every mark that was left on her body signified the abuse that she had been through because of him.
The abuse could not protect her from.
