“Do you want to talk about this now? Do you need food? Should I let you rest?” “I’m not hungry. I am tired, though. And I think it might be best if we didn’t talk about it at all.” I say vehemently, “If they hurt you, I’ll kill every one of them.” She closes her eyes and inhales slowly. Then she turns her head to the windows and gently pulls her hand from mine. It feels like a kick to the chest. “Sloane. Baby. Please talk to me.”
