When Arthur closed the door to their room that night, Matilda braced herself for what she had been taught to fear. But instead of claiming what had been purchased, Arthur sat down across from her, his face pale, his hands shaking.
“Matilda,” he began, his voice soft, “I know this wasn’t your choice. But I didn’t bring you here to hurt you.”
“I only wanted a companion,” he said. “Someone to talk with, to walk beside. You are free to have your own room. I won’t ask for anything you don’t want to give.”
For the first time, Matilda looked into his eyes and saw not cruelty, but pain — the same kind of quiet pain she had lived with all her life. That night, they slept in separate rooms, but something unexpected began to take root: understanding.
The Gift of Freedom
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