That spot on the wall seemed like the most interesting thing that night. It was a pen mark she had made when reading on the bed. She had tried again and again to remove it, but that ink was so stubborn. So now, lying on her bed, Noelle was studying it with her eyes, while her mind kept slipping back to what happened.
Lexi had brought her home in a taxi. Noelle reassured her she didn't want any help. She wanted to stay alone, to calm down. A talkative friend would just upset her more.
She took a hot bath to warm up, to wash off the pond water, the mud stuck on her limbs. Beneath the warm shower, she scrubbed her body hard. She could still feel his hands clutching her thigh, his chest against her ribs as he lifted her to take her out of the water.
She was too numb to react at the time. S
