Diana's POV
I'm going to need more concealer if I plan on going out like this.
Sandra sat on the closed toilet seat, watching me as I treated the ghastly marks on my neck.
"Did he assault you?" She asked, her voice tight with emotion.
"As you can see..."
"Did he touch you, you know what I mean."
I laughed softly. "No. He didn't." He wouldn't, anyway. He was here to kill me.
"I kept calling you, you didn't pick up." Sandra said.
I c****d my head to the side. Damn, I'm healing very slowly. That's not normal. I turned to face Sandra. The look in her eyes was one of caution and a twinge of sadness.
"How's Michael doing?" I asked.
"Just like his mother. Watching tv to dissociate and avoid talking about what happened."
I sighed, rubbing my temples. "He's not like me." I said quie
