“So why does everyone attack me?” Her voice emerged as a whine and she closed her eyes, hating the sound of it.
Last time Hana sat alone in the prettily decorated room, but this time her husband accompanied her, his arm protectively around her shoulders. “I’m sorry I don’t have answers, babe, I really am.” The agony in his voice sounded painful and Hana selflessly suppressed her misery, hating the effect it had on Logan.
The police doctor took her behind a screen to assess her injuries, standing back for Lucy to photograph them. He asked searching and invasive questions which she answered truthfully. The fat little man was nothing like Laval. “He didn’t touch me like that,” she whispered, aware of Logan on the other side of the screen. “The biology teacher took me to the gully to frighte
