Refocus
Kavielle POV
The paper envelope burned in my hand, the edge sharp enough to cut, but I ripped it open anxiously. I could hear the shower running upstairs, Drew somewhere far away enough he wouldn't hear me sobbing. No matter what this said, as far as anyone would know—it was always negative.
He supported me in whatever I decided, but he would never truly understand the terror striking reality that something you enjoyed was assault. Part of me twinged at the idea of someone forcing a child in me—the reality was not as fun. Not like this.
My hands shook, the papers threatening to fall to the floor—I skimmed for the important part—negative.
Negative!