There was nothing Julie hated more than to appear weak. But she had been hurt to her core, and couldn’t help how she appeared. She simply no longer cared.
Rape was not something she would wish upon her worst enemy. Yes, not even cami.
It was a terrible hard-to-describe experience.
The mere idea of having a man touch her again was repulsive. She felt faint at the thought, and was almost sick.
Okay, not almost, her nausea had worsened.
No, she was not pregnant. God forbid. But she was sick.
She had grown anorexic thanks to her trauma. Thanks to Mark. The loathsome man whom her dear Henry had beaten to a pulp as he had promised, before making her press charges against him and bringing him to justice.
The c*m on her dress had been enough to convict her old boss.
And he definitel
