I have lost my words. What could I possibly say in response? I could fling at him everything I have seen, but I am too frightened that he will behave as he did at the factory, and I lie beneath him defenseless. Or, worse, what if I screw up every ounce of courage left to me and speak truly, and he acts as though I have said nothing at all. Denies—no, ignores—my reality, and bends the world to fit his will. In that, I would disappear entirely. So I say nothing. As always, I am nothing.
