Jade

　　"It's alright," Devon whispered, his hand softly squeezing mine. I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror. The turtleneck they bought from the store and the long slacks covered nearly every inch of me, hiding both the marks and the hickeys that adorned my body. All praise to the twins and their lips and teeth.

　　But a thought nagged at me. What was the point of it all? Frank had already figured everything out. So what was the point?

　　As much as I ...