For the next week, Gabriella perched in a chair outside on the bedroom’s balcony all day long, wrapped in a thick blanket, staring out at the rippling ocean over the tips of the evergreen. She barely moved from the spot, withdrawn from everyone, encompassed by everything that had happened since she had first woke up.
The only one who was able to get a word out of her was Myung, but even that was scarce. He visited her to make sure she ate, administered the medicine, tried to get her to talk, but usually gave up and left after a few minutes. The bruises on his face and neck made her cringe. Although they faded by the week’s end, its stark purpled mar frightened her. They hurt him. Myung was nothing but protective and wonderful to her.
And then they beat him.
Did she re
