“What do you want to tell me?" He broke into her thoughts. His hand rested on hers, warm and comforting, their fingers entwined as he steered the car along the winding road.
Anabella took a deep breath, resolute in what she had to tell him. She recounted her time and experiences, continuing with what Charles and Thomas had tried to do to her. She concealed nothing; she wanted him to know so that there would be no secrets between them. Painstakingly, she continued to recount every detail of her three months, while her heart beat in her chest as she watched his passive face.
Mrs. Smit had told her that in order for a relationship to survive, honesty and trust was valuable. This was new territory for her since she'd never talked to anyone before, never trusted grown-ups, and Aldrich fell
