“The party… it was after his threat,” I rushed to explain the words again to Becky. “He showed up at the supermarket, Becky. He just… appeared. I was terrified. I didn’t have a choice.”
I turned in my seat, pleading with her profile. “I didn’t tell you because… because you were already dealing with so much. Your mom’s health, the stress at your job… I didn’t want to burden you with more of my problems. I thought I could handle it. I thought if I just pretended it never happened, it would go away.”
It sounded pathetic even to my own ears. A weak excuse from a weak woman.
Becky let out a short, harsh laugh that held no humor. It was a sound of pure, undiluted bitterness. She finally spoke, her voice low and vibrating with a fury I had never heard from her before.
“Don’t,” she spat. “Don
