“Come, let’s get you cleaned,” He says, once we release from our hug or rather once he is able to peel my hands away from him.

He captures my hand in his and walks us to my restroom. I fall into a daze as I watch him move. It is still unbelievable to me that he is alive.

He puts the toilet seat down and asks me to sit. Once I am seated, he tries to remove my clothes.

“I can do it,” I tell him, but he stops me.

“Let me do it,” He says, calmly and I drop my hands and allow him. He slowly takes off my...