*Trigger Warning. Talk of trauma, rape and abuse towards a teenager and the after effects caused to them*
Elizabeth’s POV
We head into Kyle’s office and sit down on one of the sofas while we wait for Janice to arrive. ‘I’ll retrieve the memory. If she’s willing to speak about it, she won’t know we are retrieving it’, Kyle states in his mind, putting his arms around my shoulders. I nod my head as the knock comes on the door. “Enter” he calls out and stands up as the two of them enter the room. Such a gentleman; when he wants to be.
He ignores my thoughts and holds out his hand to Donna. “I’m Prince Kyle. Elizabeth wanted to meet someone who was in a similar situation to herself and her brother.”
Donna looks down at Kyle’s hand before hesitantly shaking it. ‘I can’t be rude. I can’t be r
