Chapter 11 THE TRUTH

When the dim morning light crossed her body in the full-length mirror, Rosemary looked down over herself while the now too tight silken gown she wore stretched across her abdomen and the panic set in.

The sounds of her own sniffling drowned out the ringing in her ears as she sucked back the tears coming from her burning eyes.

She thought she must be imagining things; it wouldn’t be the first time since this all happened that her eyes and mind deceived her. She still had nightmares she swore were real, the way she could still smell the alcohol on her attacker’s breath and the stink of the alley he dragged her down.

Needing to know for sure, Rosemary took a deep breath through her nose for courage and closed her lying eyes.