I curled up, clutching my legs to my chest, the thought of William doing that to me… again, made me want to curl up in a little ball and stay that way forever. Just then someone knocked at my door, I jumped before hurrying to answer it.
An anxious heat entered my eight-year-old mind and Icurledup in bed, hoping Mother would pay me one of her night visits, kiss my forehead, lie beside me.