“What are you talking about?” Steffan asked, stopping in his tracks.

Racheal cursed herself, she should have just left the damn bags and go bathe as he said.

Now they would have to talk about this.

She was not sure she was ready to revisit those days in that hellish room.

“Don’t freeze up on me now. You started saying something. Finish it.”

She looked at him, not sure where to begin. Not sure if she wanted to begin.

“Speak for fuck sake.” Steffan yelled.

“You have no ...