Leaning close, I whispered in his ear, “He hurts Caoimhe.” And then I pointed to my bed for good measure to emphasize what I was trying to tell him. “He does things to her.” His entire body stiffened. “What kind of things?” “Bad things,” I whispered, remembering it vividly. What I’d seen. In the dark of the night when I was supposed to be sleeping. Her cries. The sadness. The pain in my heart. “He takes off all her clothes, and then he makes growling sounds when he holds her down on the bed. He pushes the hard thing inside her and she cries, Gibs. She cries so hard, but he always covers her
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Gibsie☹️💔
