Harriet raised a brow, looking at Ali quizzically. "Why are you against it? Is there something wrong with your body? A scar?"
Ali shook her head and nodded at the same time. She stared, confused and frustrated at the same time.
Harriet tilted her head, her eyes narrowed. "Did Gerald hurt you?" She asked, the air around her turning chilly.
Ali's mouth opened and shut as she struggled with herself about whether to tell Harriet about it or not. But seeing as the woman's expression was turning uglier by the second, she decided to tell her.
If Harriet could punish Gerald for hurting her, then why would she hold back?
She lowered the neck of her collared shirt and showed Harriet the finger marks on her neck. She side-glanced at Harriet and noticed the way the older woman was trying so hard
