Renee
I don’t know what I was hoping for. Maybe that I’d wake up and the results wouldn’t matter. That I’d feel something other than the sinking, hollow ache that had followed me the entire way out of the prison after Arielle had taken a DNA sample from him. She drove me to classes and promised that it would be done by lunchtime with a hug, a little pastry box and a pinch of my cheek.
You may be in pain now, but he will suffer for a lifetime.
The thought brought me no comfort as I went about my day, from class to class, trying not to think about it and ending up over thinking about it. I wanted the confirmation, yes. But I also just… I just wanted…
What?
An excuse? I wanted there to be a reason for all these years of abuse. Reason for everything that had happened and was still happen
