Naomi
I pressed the heels of my hands against my aching eyes, trying to dispel what I had seen on the docks an hour before. It couldn’t be true. That couldn’t have been Gavril standing there, watching as those men r***d young women who didn’t even have a chance to fight back.
That couldn’t have been my husband, the father of my child, not lifting a finger to help any of them.
It was sickening.
It was devastating.
I removed my hands and resumed my pacing in my room, my hands twisted together tightly. What was I going to do when Gavril returned? How could I even look him in the eye and pretend that he wasn’t a monster?
If I told him I was out there, what would he say? Would he deny it all? It would be kind of hard to do so, considering I had clearly seen him from a distance.
Would he
