Chapter 204

• Even though I’d thought the same thing, the fact that he was asking caught me off guard. “I don’t think so. I think I had my period right before you showed up. That’s why he washed me.” The only other explanation for the dried blood on my thighs was something I didn’t want to think about.
• Though he didn’t move from where he was or tighten the hold on my hands, I sensed the way his entire body became rigid. “Who washed you?”
• “The guy who ran the house. The one I told you about. He just”—I thought back to that last day, trying to see through the fog of my memories—“hosed me down outside.”