“Hi,” Sarah greeted and hesitated before she began. “My name is Sarah, although you may know me better as Rosemary Thomas.”
“The author?” one shyly asked.
“Yes. At the end of the week my publisher will be holding a book release party to reveal my identity as a sort of stunt. I ask you keep it to yourselves until then. A few days ago I was attacked. I was drugged and sexually assaulted,” Sarah gave them a moment to process her confession. “Luckily the attack was interrupted. My rescuer took me to the hospital and my attacker was arrested. But I know all of you weren’t so lucky.”
She paused looking at each of them. Some hung their heads in shame others blushed and some seemed pensive wondering where she was going with this confession.
“Our attacker is a coward and the lowest form of filt
