“Tell me what he did.” She sobs into my shoulder, a sound that strikes me right between the ribs like a bullet. “I’m sorry, I just—he’s been trying to talk to me, and we met up before the game started, and when I tried to tell him to leave me alone, he kissed me.” She pulls back, looking up as she hugs herself around her middle. Her eyes are wide, and as she swallows down another sob, I realize she’s not just upset, she’s scared. That fucker scared her. “That’s it. I’m fine.” “Like hell you’re fine,”
