RIVER

The rest of the weekend passed by in a flash. Taylor had stalked into the house in the middle of the night on Sunday, and even though I was still awake, I did not want to face him because it meant I would be admitting to myself that he was right about Arline being an arsehole. I pull up my blanket to cover up my body as I snuggle in bed, trying to take my mind off what Taylor would think and say when he knows what had happened to me.

"You have just met him, River; why do you care what he ...