And again.” And she looked down at her hands, and she said the only honest word she had.

“Yes.”

That single word hurt worse than any excuse could have.

“I was terrified every day too, Diane,” I said.

“But I couldn’t walk out of that house.

I was the one waking up in the dark not knowing what had been done to me.

You could have left any time.

You could have called anyone.