Colour. Part 23

I opened my mouth to deny, but the reality was he was right. I couldn’t understand how my strong, bright, funny friend could let another person do this to him, especially someone who was supposed to love him as much as a husband should. I thought back to what Detective McGuire said and tried to be more mature and understanding about the situation.

“You’re right. I don’t get it. But I’m trying to.”

Iggy stared down at his hands that were still scarred from the fire he survived all of those years ago. A sudden flare of love for him passed through me, and I sat beside him on the bed.

He confided in me once that it had been hard to find men who didn’t shudder in repulsion when they looked at him. Luke was the first man who accepted him for the person he was, he told me. He didn’t stare at the scars. He kissed them.

Now, I wondered how much of that was true, and if it was, did Luke really mean anything by it or was it a way of keeping the man he abused with him?