Zita's POV
Mira wrapped her arms tightly around herself like she was trying to keep them from crumbling, she whispered, after a lengthy quiet,
"We got back together, I know it was stupid of me."
"I shouldn't have let him in."
"I shouldn't have let him ruin me."
I didn't respond. I remained close and just listened. For a moment I forgot about my problems.
"He has been hitting me for a while," she stated quietly, her voice shaky. "I figured if I just did what he wanted, it would cease. Still, it worsened."
My heart tightened. I did not know what to say, but she kept speaking, slowly, as though she had to hear the words aloud to believe them.
"I was ashamed, I didn't want anyone to know," she continued. "I Kept covering it up and acted as though I was all right. But
