The car’s engine rumbled softly as it came to life. From the glass sliding doors of the living room, Giselle watched as the metal gate receded, allowing Brent to reverse out of the house and onto the street. She raised a hand and waved, unsure if he could see. She remained at the doors, gazing unseeing at the gate as it returned to its closed state.
Her phone lay on the table behind her turned off. Jaden had called her incessantly throughout the night and the only way to get an iota of peace was to turn the phone off.
Yesterday was truly a terrible day, its aftermath still clinging to her like a wet robe. She would have to tell her parents about the attempted rape. And that meant dealing with her family’s emotions as well as hers.
She was certain that her father would want to k
