“Who the fuck is putting their hands on your sister?” Well, shit. No one ever had the balls to ask such a forthright question. Nobody ever asked because they didn’t want to get involved, and, even if they did ask, they didn’t want the truth. That’s how it had been for as far back as I could remember. With teachers, trainers, neighbors, hell, even the Gards didn’t want to know. The only person in our lives that had ever taken the time to dig deeper, to push further, was Molloy. Until now. “Yeah, you heard me,”
