Page 48 of Redd

It always felt like no one had fought for me. And now, here was this man, ready and willing to take on the world.

You know he can't help you. No one has ever helped you.

Desperation. . . That's all that was.

The feeling faded, it morphed into a gnawing cramp that hardened my stomach and turned it to stone. I had to accept that my reality and his dreams were far different.

He could want to fix this with every bone in his body, but that didn't mean he would succeed. There was a big difference between seeking justice and gaining it.

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to think that he could mend this break, that he could fix me and give me my life back.

But I knew he couldn't.

Redd couldn't fix what he couldn't touch.