"And I end up with a concussion, dislocated shoulder and bruised wrist?"

"Yeah. I know he feels terrible about it, we all do."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I should have handled it better. It's not the first time some asshole has tried to grope me. I don't like working there, but I need the money, I need a new place to live, I need a lot of stuff." I leaned back against the headrest, my eyes closed. "I can't thank you enough for your help tonight."

The car turned off the road onto a gravel drive, and I looked out as we traveled a mile or so along the driveway...