But then Yesenia said, “There was so many of you girls.” Ruthy spun around and looked at Yesenia, confused. “So many of us?” “I thought, your dad don’t need to touch me,” she explained, “because he’s probably already touching you.” And Ruthy felt surprised and maybe a little bit angry, not only because she felt defensive of her father, but also because she realized in that moment that Yesenia could live with Ruthy being hurt as long as Yesenia wasn’t the one being touched. Things were different after that. No matter how many experiences they had shared, how many years they were best friends,
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