Iris pov
The crowd was too much. The noise was too loud. The hate was too suffocating and I wondered how long i could endure such maltreatment.
It wasn’t only the men who cursed me and rained insults on me but the women were even more sharp with their tongues and the children, more straightforward.
I had never felt more ashamed. Never in my life had I felt like the ground should swallow me up and end this strife of mine.
But the one thing that kept me going was the feeling of his hand gripping mine. It assured me that I’d be safe and that somehow none of their curses could affect me.
I had nothing else to do but watch him fight for me and defend me, trying to speak reason to the unreasonable.
As expected, his efforts were in vain and from the few audible sentences I heard from t
