Sarah sat at her kitchen table cradling a large mug of coffee between her hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Point of fact, it probably was at that moment. After the incident with Ricky – that is what he said his name was – her world was in danger of falling apart. The bastard repeatedly spread her legs, destroyed her face, and stole her car, leaving her life broken into scattered pieces for everyone to see. The police had been kind, patient, the woman especially. The man just stood there, sunglasses masking his features, but she knew what he was thinking. Spanish men were so judgemental, so indifferent to how women felt. Spain, a strange dichotomy of a western European state trying desperately to become part of the twenty-first century mixed with ancient traditions
