I don’t know how or what he’s talking about or what he is even on.

‘Did they touch you beyond violence?’ His voice cracks as he asks it, a gut kick at the sound because it’s so alien from him, and it dawns on me what he is asking. He thinks they raped me, and he sounds horrified by that fact. He thinks my reaction to his touch is because my intruder sexually assaulted me. For a moment, I want to laugh at how insane this moment is and yet cry that it takes everything that’s ...