The therapy with Norma went on day after day. Some days were good, others not. Some things Cam remembered, most she didn’t. Norma urged but she didn’t push.
“Do you feel like telling me about the scars on your back?” Norma asked.
Cam shrugged. “It was after I tried to escape. The morning after I was raped.”
Norma held her breath. Cameron showed no sign of any emotion. Had she denied this had happened, too? What was going to happen now?
Suddenly, tears started to fall.
“I hated him!” Cam let out a wail. “I hated him.” She clenched her teeth.
“Hated who?” Norma asked gently.
“Ortega!” she growled.
Norma sat forward and drew Cam into an embrace. The tears became sobs as Cam slumped to the bed.
“It’s all right, Cameron. It’s over,” Norma crooned to her. She held her until the crying h
