Ruby
A flurry of rain patters against the window.
Richard wraps up my wet body in a warm white robe and tucks me in bed. He leaves me in the room, staring at the slow silent rain outside the wide window.
Silent tears spill down my eyes, guilt choking my throat. Screaming voices in my head. Haunting me. Taunting me. Pointing fingers at me. Calling me a cold criminal. Reminding me that no matter how many times I shower or how many times I scrub my skin, nothing will ever wash away the stain of sin.
A few minutes later, Richard walks into the room with a tray of food in his hands. The aroma of chicken makes me sick to my stomach. I'm not in the mood for food. How can I swallow food when this house keeps haunting me. Squeezing all the air from my lungs. Choking me.
Richard pours ketchup o
