As he continued his story, his tone became more subdued, almost matter-of-fact, as if the sheer weight of the experience had left him numb to its impact.
His words were precise and concise, but there was a hollowness to them, a sense of detachment that spoke volumes about the toll the trauma had taken on his psyche.
She wanted to reach out and offer him comfort, to somehow shield him from the memories that threatened to engulf him.
But she knew that all she could do was bear witness to his pain, to offer him the space to share his story without interruption.
"Hmm. So when I got out, I decided to help the ones I rescued into their packs. While I was at it, I got kidnapped again.
This time around, by humans. The main organization helping Solomon. They did experiments and…" Alan paused, choking on his words.
