Chapter 10“I was just walking home. That’s all.” A woman, whose name was Natalie and had come out to the group as trans, stopped and shook her head, fighting back the tears. She wore an eye patch she touched every few seconds. “I don’t understand why he had to be so f*****g vicious.”
They all had their own version of the same nightmare. And while Natalie took a moment to gather herself, Wolfe shifted uneasily in his plastic chair, drinking the rest of his cold coffee. How could he get out of here unnoticed?
Natalie was crying and couldn’t speak anymore. Astrid brought her some tissues and rubbed her shoulder, then addressed the group. “Anyone else want to say something,” she said, gazing around at the eleven people seated in a circle in this small, stuffy room.
They couldn’t open one of
