Her phone rang an hour later. It was her mother.
"Hi Mom," Kelly answered it.
"Kelly, are you okay?" her mother asked softly, "Do you need me to come and get you?"
Kelly bit back an annoyed laugh. "Actually, Mom, you can't come and get me. I'm under house arrest here at Greg's place for the next year. I have one of those electronic ankle bracelets that will go off if I walk more than fifty meters from the front door."
"A whole year?" her mother gasped in surprise, "Greg said your boyfriend dropped the charges. I thought you would get off with a suspended sentence."
"Maybe I would have, if I just could have kept my mouth shut," Kelly responded bitterly.
"Oh, Kelly," her mom said.
"Thank god Greg was there," Kelly went on. "I was only making things worse until he stepped up and saved
