March 18, 2007
Abby lay under the musty blankets of the guest bed. She could hear her mother in the next room sorting through her suitcase, zipping and unzipping pouches as she prepared for bed. She worried that Ray would sneak in during the night. She still wasn’t sure what had happened in the kitchen. Did he intentionally touch her or was it an accident. The look on his face, so blank, so bewildered, made it impossible for her to be certain. Maybe that was his plan. How many girls had he touched before? It was impossible to sleep with those endless thoughts.