Wesley sighed as he knelt beside Doris. He tenderly tucked her hair behind her ears and gently said her name. "You are safe now," he said. "The danger has passed."
Doris hung her head. Such was her shame that it seemed impossible to look him in the eyes. Westley touched her chin, though, and lifted it. "Say something," he said. "You can do it. Don't let that man get to you. If you do, he wins."
Still, she could not meet his eyes, and when he finally realized that he wasn't going to make any more progress at this time, he sighed and said, "Shall we go to bed?"
When she didn't reply, he picked her up and laid her on the bed, tucked her in, and crawled in beside her. He buried her face on his chest and gently stroked her hair with his hand. Doris lay still, but she did not fall asleep. She
