Something was broken inside of me, had been since Caoimhe died, maybe even before it, and I was drowning in the aftermath. Lying down on the mattress, I let the boy I’d ruined my life with do what he wanted to my body. When he was finished with me, he climbed off the bed, zipped up his jeans, offered me a half-hearted stroke on the cheek, and disappeared back downstairs to his friends, leaving me alone in my thoughts, in my turmoil.
