But instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known.
Lauren DeStefanoShe's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.
Lauren DeStefanoWe were his disposable things. Brought to him like cattle. Stripped of what made us sisters or daughters or children. There was nothing that he could take from usโour genes, our bones, our wombsโthat would ever satisfy him. There was no other way that we would be free.
Lauren DeStefano