I don’t know who any of the men that terrorized us over the years were. I don’t know how many we escaped by luck and skill, and how many men my aunt killed to keep us safe. She kept all that hidden from me, so much on her shoulders. I owe her more than I ever realized. She was stronger than I ever understood. I don’t know if I can be like her. I thought I could. I thought I was. But one stupid boy locks me in a locker and I’m almost hyperventilating.
