"I want you to tell me about yesterday." She said direly.

"What about it?" I asked, dreading they might not have told her about me or my work. "What happened, why did it happen?" She asked, holding my hand. I averted my gaze from her, trying to think of a convincing story which can persuade her and not think about it.

I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on her and looked at her apologetically,

"I am sorry, Candice. It happened because of me. I always lived alone, I never had anyone by my side and now when I have you, they are taking advantage of you but...