After driving for over an hour, Eve’s face was smudged from the streaming tears that were finally under control. She didn’t know where to go, but did recognize one thing. She couldn’t go back to her home. Everyone, but her small group of friends made her ill. “Conchita. How could they do that to you?”
Watching the men with her husband in the lead lift the woman’s body into the van had been a turning point for her. That, and serving dinner to her rapist had sent her over the top.
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