The questions are pouring out of me now, and I’m not sure I can make them stop. I need answers before I can relax, before I can start to process these events.
“I’ll explain everything.” Roger promises, “first just tell me if you’re alright.”
“I’m fine.” I insist, still protectively clutching my belly.
“You’re bleeding.” He observes, reaching towards me.
I flinch away from his touch, and trembles rack my body. Between the flashback of my near-assault and this very real attempt, the idea of any man touching me makes me feel sick to my stomach. Even as I think this, I feel my gorge rising, and turn away to vomit. Tears burn in my eyes as my stomach heaves, and I can only be grateful my hair is up. “I need Cora.” I tell Roger. “My sister, she’s inside.”
He looks uncertain. “I don’t wan
