Daniel was sitting next to her; she didn't notice anything amiss. But still. She could have sworn she'd heard something break.
"Continue, please, Lacey," Marcus spoke to her, but his eyes were on his brother.
"I don't remember much, just the alleyway and the snow. I was cold. My dress was torn. Um, then Mrs. Grayson came. She took me in. She wanted to know if I had somewhere that I could go to," Lacey was surprised at how distant she seemed from the events. As if explaining it had somehow removed her from what had happened. It wasn't like she'd been physically attacked on a regular basis, but even she knew it could have been so much worse. Lucky for her Tim had been out of his mind and not focused on hurting her.
"And you thought of Barvale?"
"Yes."
"Okay. That's good. Anything else
