She sits still in the car and stares straight ahead.
She is less tense than an hour ago, although her eyes are still red and face swollen.
"My name is Evelyn. What's your name?". "Leilah," she replies in a much stronger tone.
I give her some gentle, inspiring pats on her shoulder.
"Let's get some fried chicken and salad for dinner," I suggest. She nods.
Loaded with a few bags of fast food, we arrive at my villa. "Do you live here? Is this your house?" she asks in surprise. "All mine, bought with my own money", I answer. Leilah looks around in wonder, from my well- manicured lawn to the indoor pool. Pride wells up in me.
We enter my house and I lead her to the living room with dining area. When we sit and open our dinner, I notice that she is quite hungry. I'll get some
