Chapter 131
- THE desert helped. Out here in the silence he could breathe, he could think, even if he did not want to.
- He had accepted the explanation when, as a child, he had asked his mother about the scars.
- ‘You were such a sick child, Xavian.’ Tears had filled her eyes as she’d tried to answer his many questions. ‘You were so feeble, so ill—and then, when you were seven, it was like a miracle. Slowly you improved…’