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“It’s stupid to be so upset about what happened when I don’t even remember it. I don’t know why I let it bother me so much.”

My jaw clenched. “Don’t say that. What happened to you was horrible. And being unconscious is maybe even worse because your brain can create cruel stories to fill in the blanks.”

She sniffed and nodded against my chest.

“Did you go to the police after? Or the hospital?”

“No. I was scared. I didn’t think they’d believe me.”

I tangled her hair around my fingers. I hated that she’d gone without justice these past couple years, but a sick pleasure rose in me that it meant I could now carry out justice. “What’s his name?” I kept my voice even as if I were asking about the weather.

“Um, why?”

“Just curious.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you.”

“Juliet.”

“It’s in the past. It doesn’t matter.”

“It fucking does matter.”

She huffed. “I only know his first name. Chase.”

It wasn’t much to go on, but that wouldn’t stop me. The rapist would pay for what he did.

I kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”

We fell into a soft silence. I brushed my fingers down her face and wished she were still naked, but I understood now why she was more comfortable being covered up. “You sure I didn’t hurt you?”

“With your abnormally large cock? I think I’ll survive it.”

I swatted her butt again, my chest easing at her sass. I had so many more questions for her, so much more that I wanted to say, but for now, it was enough to just hold her.

“Thanks for trusting me, Juliet.”

“Thanks for being here, Romeo.”

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JULIET

Romeo

Missing you, sweet girl

Juliet

Miss you, too. How are things going? Did your boss’s wife have her baby?

Romeo

Yeah, earlier today. I’m just leaving the hospital now.

Juliet

That’s nice you went to see them.

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