He didn't know what Philip Shaw had done to make her become so emaciated, only that a man could do all sorts of things to a woman, and he had done them all. For a long time, Aldana Candi still faintly bore the light, cold fragrance of Philip Shaw, as if during those two years, they had been together in the same space without a moment's separation.
He had never asked Aldana Candi what she had been through during those two years with Philip Shaw, partly because he had no right to ask, and partly because his subconscious didn't want to know.
His Adam's apple moved twice, and he said in a low voice, "I'll go get the wheelchair."
Aldana Candi hung her head and didn't look at him, her soft long hair falling down, hiding her thin and delicate shoulders. From his angle, all he could see was her chin, reddened from the pinch of his fingers.
He had been too rough just now.
Eric Candi felt a delayed sense of self-reproach.
He pursed his lips slightly.
