Hailey
My husband looks at me like I am a pariah. When exactly the accusations start flying, I can’t pinpoint. I suppose it starts out with the police being frustrated with me because I can’t really tell them anything. I’ve offered descriptions of the men who abducted me, but tall and large with dark features doesn’t exactly give them much to go on. When the sketches come back, even I’m not sure they’re really a match. But how can I explain this? How can I tell them I don’t remember? How can I explain what the drugs did to me?
The hospital runs a battery of tests. They’re trying to find what might be in my system, but if they find anything conclusive, they don’t tell me. The other thing that works against me where the authorities are concerned is that I’m hesitant to agree to the r**e ki
