We sat in silence. She was obviously not ready to talk yet. I tried to be patient, really, I did. I needed to know she was okay though. I hated how I was about to push her to talk, but I needed to know what happened, if there was anything at all I could do to help, if he hurt her. I had to know.
"Jammie?" I asked quietly.
"I just don't know where to start, Spade." I noticed her voice broke. We might need tissues. This was going to be painful for her to tell. And honestly if she started crying I might erupt into tears also. I couldn't stand to see my best friend in this kind of pain, or any pain. She laughs, I laugh. She gets angry, I get angry. She cries, I cry- then I might f**k somebody up for making us cry. YES- us.
"Start where every story starts. The beginning. But give me a secon
