Everything is spinning wildly and my mind a mess.
“No, Emma … Do you think I would look at you any differently?”
That’s what he meant. Well, now he mentions it. Yes, I did actually. Why wouldn’t he?
I let men think I want them to touch me, I somehow attract it. I must do something to deserve it for it to have happened over and over. Even coming here, men at Carrero House still targeted me.
“Why wouldn’t you?” I reply flatly, staring out of the window absently, back in control of my sobs and tired from the exertion.
“Emma … You did nothing wrong.” It’s breathy and tense, I think he’s having trouble believing I would feel that way. He has no idea. He’s probably never been in a situation anything like my past.
“I’m supposed to be strong and cool and capable. I mean, you rely on me for e
