Jenna?
At last, Sherilyn stirred. Hesitant, she slowly lifted her head and looked at the
phone screen.
One small image—and with just that, her eyes reddened and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Jenna!
She whispered the name, then lunged forward, snatching the phone from Joyce’s hand. She cradled it, staring hungrily at the screen.
It was her Jenna. No mistake.
You- Sherilyn looked at Joyce in disbelief, tears trembling on her lashes. Her voice quivered, words tumbling out awkwardly. How… how did you…?
But Joyce understood her perfectly.
Standing on the other side of the barrier, Joyce patiently explained, It wasn’t hard to find her. I asked the police, and they told me where she had been taken. Sherilyn’s eyes were swollen and red, her lips trembling. So Jenna, right now…
Don’t worry. Joyce’s own eyes grew misty with emotion. She’s staying at a foster home. I’ve visited her-and asked the director to take special care of her. But I haven’t been able to bring her out yet. That’s why…
Joyce gripped the bars tightly. “You have to stay strong. Once you get out, you’ll be able to take Jenna home.
But I…” Sherilyn’s tears fell harder, her voice filled with despair. How could she possibly get out?
I hurt someone. A white man.
Don’t be afraid. Joyce pointed behind her. This is Mr. Daniel, your attorney. He’ll handle your case. It was self-defense-it wasn’t your fault. You’ll be okay!
Attorney?
Sherilyn looked up. For the first time in ages, a flicker of hope disturbed the dead calm in her eyes.
He was white.
Sherilyn’s throat tightened, tears rushing even faster. Doctor, you…
She remembered Joyce now. The doctor who had treated her wounds that night, who’d said they came from the same place, who’d draped a coat over her shoulders.
Now Joyce had brought her a lawyer.
With a sudden thud, Sherilyn dropped to her knees before Joyce, no warning at all.
Hey! Joyce was startled, instinctively reaching through the bars to help her up. What are you doing? Get up, please!
But the iron bars made it impossible.
I have nothing to give you in return! Sherilyn bowed her head and
knocked it against the flor!
again
and again, the sound echoing off the
tiles.
CUMS
When she finally lifted her head, her forehead was split, blood seeping down past her brow.
Please, don’t do this! Joyce
stamped her foot, desperate. “If you
want to
thank me, then pull yourself
ther! Do you hear me?
Sherilyn forced a smile through her tears. Thank you… thank you. I will.
…
Joyce fell silent.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Gilbert sat with fists clenched, the veins standing out sharply on the backs of his hands. His face was ashen, eyes empty and unfocused.
Joyce watched him, thinking to herself how much he resembled Sherilyn back then.
After a long silence, Gilbert finally spoke, looking up at her. Sherilyn’s illness… did it start back then?
Joyce nodded, giving the clinical term. “It’s PTSD.”
PTSD. Post-traumatic stress disorder.
Gilbert stiffened, a chill running through him.
He’d never really understood the illness, but he’d heard of it in movies.
It’s a severe anxiety disorder that follows a traumatic event or extreme emotional shock, Joyce explained Afterward, Sherilyn went through a long period of therapy. She was able to live a normal life, mostly, but she couldn’t handle too much physical closeness.
She glanced at Gilbert. Later, when you two got together, I thought maybe she’d recovered.
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