Chapter Fifty-five
Needleman shifted the phone and ran a hand through damp hair. “Well you were hysterical after the fire. A shot of rohypnol calmed you down.”
“Yeah, seeing your mom and dad boiled in oil will do that. Did I ever thank you?”
“Look, Lena...”
“No. I don’t think I ever did, so thank you uncle, for giving me that shot. That was very considerate of you. And thank you for taking the time to undress me after, and for getting me ready for bed– your bed as I recall. Thank you for that, for sharing– for letting me sleep with you.”
“Lena, I...”
“It was a long road to recover, wasn’t it uncle? How many times, how many more shots of rohypnol before you finally cured me. I was so shy when you first started my treatments but you cured me of that as well. I was old enough to remembe
