I can’t believe Katie’s parents were so cold. The need to protect her consumes me.
She has said several times she was afraid to go back. Now I can see why. Not only was she afraid I wouldn’t remember, but she was also worried about what her parents would do.
She has been like a zombie since the phone call. I have gotten her into bed, but she hasn’t stopped crying. Her tear-stained face and gut-wrenching sobs pierce right through my heart. How can her family be so cruel?
I wrap my arms around her, hoping she will go to sleep soon. Maybe then, she can have some peace, if only for a short while.
My mind replays the earlier conversation with her family, but I insert my alternate version of the events, including what I would have liked to say to them. None of which would be kind or respectful, but they weren’t kind to Katie.
Her soft steady breathing sooths my aching heart.
She is finally asleep. I need to talk to Shane.