SINCLAIR AND I END up in his office after I'm changed and all cried out. We're sitting on the same black velvet chaise lounge chair that we've had s*x on many times. Now, though, we just sit side by side as the early morning sun stretches higher in the sky. I sit with my knees pressed against my chest and my arms around them and Sinclair is sitting with one hand draped over the back of the chair and I can feel his eyes on me the entire time. He's waiting for me to say something. He's waiting for me to address the fact that I feel scared and the fact that I feel a little stripped bare ever since somewhere that was once so safe to me was broken into and defiled by that monster of a man. He's waiting for me to tell him how I was afraid in those moments, afraid that I would lose my life and ne
