Maybe after what Lyle said yesterday, they’ll start to realize you’re not worth protecting. You’re not worth the effort. Why would you be? It’s not like there are men lining up to take their place. “Shut up,” I whisper back to the voice. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.” But it doesn’t shut up as I creep down the stairs in the near-dawn darkness. The voice keeps going. And the longer it talks, the more sense it starts to make.
