I’m sorry to bother you, she says. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. Don’t say sorry. It’s good you called me. Okay? Look at me for a second. No one is going to hurt you like that again. She looks at him above the veil of white tissue, and in a rush he feels his power over her again, the openness in her eyes. Everything’s going to be alright, he says. Trust me. I love you, I’m not going to let anything like that happen to you again.
