It was nighttime as we made our way to Sarah’s house.
She had sent a letter not only threatening Charles once again, but telling him how to get into the house unnoticed and where her room was. Reading her letter made my stomach hurt. How could she live with herself knowing she was blackmailing someone to sleeping with her? She was forcing this. This was rape. She was vile.
“I can’t stop shaking,” Charles said. Rachel reached over and held his hands. She smiled at him, trying to comfort him.
I looked at Enrique who sat across from me. My brother looked ready for anything. He looked angry, protective and determined. As I talked to him during dinner he shared with me that every fiber in him was ready to protect Charles no matter what. He now sat across from me, black hair slicked back and
