Chapter Twenty Five
She’d thought she’d achieved a state of fearlessness—that nothing more could surprise or shock her. But her encounter with the family—if it had really been a family—had left her shaken and uncertain. Saturday morning, Andrea stared through the cafeteria window at the lush greenery outside. When will they let me go home? Haven't I been through enough yet? What more am I still to be subjected to? She longed for some semblance of normality.
Andrea sensed a presence beside her. She turned and looked up to see that it was the man with the craggy face she’d so often seen looking at her.
“Hi.” The richness of his voice made the one syllable unsettlingly intimate. She couldn’t help the thoughts that now came so automatically: What would it be like to make love with him? Wha
