Cover Story

by Rachel Lacey

The statistics about how many women were killed with their own gun were sobering.

“Never apologize for whatever you need to feel safe, Natalie, especially if that pushback is coming from men. We women face so many threats every damn day, from lecherous directors, overzealous paparazzi, random people on the streets.

“Oh, Taylor.” Tears welled in her eyes, and her heart was pounding so hard now. “Thank you” was what she meant to say, but what came out was “I love you,” in an awed whisper.

You’re mine. You hear me? You’re mine, and I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

Hell, this is America. We risk being shot literally everywhere we go.”

“My love for you is unconditional, Natalie. Whatever happens next, we face it together.”