Leroy couldn't bear to think about it.

He couldn't remember how he trembled while taking off his clothes to wrap Irene or how he managed to carry her and report to the police.

He couldn't recall what Irene had told the police, sitting expressionless in the chair.

He couldn't bear to think about what Irene had gone through before he arrived. He took Irene home.

Irene leaned against the car window, wrapped in Leroy's clothes.

The flickering light from outside cast shadows on her face, but she sat still as a doll.

Leroy watched her, holding back tears, his eyes stinging.

He didn't know what to say. Irene didn't know...