Earlier by six years...
My father grabbed my arm and roared into my face, "Rose, you made a mistake. I shoved him away and hurried to my wardrobe to grab more clothing to pack in my luggage. "You don't comprehend what you did.
I screamed at him, "That man raped me, dad. Why don't you get it! Robin and my mother watched from outside my bedroom door as we fought. Mom was accustomed to this by this point. It wasn't Robin. My lower lip started to tremble. Three years have passed, dad, and I still haven't moved on.
After taking a breath, my father moved toward me. My face was raised to face him as he tucked my growing hair behind my ear.
