In the darkness, Alvera turned over and wiped her tears away.
She would never let anyone else see her as fragile, much less this man in front of her.
...
When he p*netrated her, she felt as if she could explode with anger.
The trauma lingered in her mind.
Roland felt a tugging sense of familiarity when he was with Alvera. Her body felt like that night four years ago, except this time he was sober and wide awake.
...
He did not understand why he felt this way.
Annoyed, his movements became more violent.
He finally finished up after what felt like forever.
Alvera quickly pulled the blanket over herself when she saw him get up to turn on the light.
The light flooded the room, dazzling her eyes.
She frowned, stood up with the blanket still around her, and walked into the bathroom
