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They didn’t speak on their walk back to the parking garage. When they were finally settled in Duane’s car, Erin felt like the nausea was going to overwhelm her.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked.
Shaking her head, she removed a pack of tissues from her purse, then wiped her eyes and blew her nose.
‘How can human beings be so cruel?’ she spit out between clenched teeth, her anger consuming her anguish. ‘Swish, she was fourteen when he started abusing her – four-teen,’ she said, enunciating each syllable. ‘Then he used her in p**n movies. What kind of f*****g monster was he? I’ve seen all kinds of s**t over the last twelve years – defended rapists and murderers, d**g dealers and pimps, but never, never…’ She closed her eyes, fighting to maintain control, her mind spinning as if caught in an ed
