I didn't have to go into much detail for him to know something terrible had happened to his baby sister.

"Oliver is coming," I informed her, but she didn't appear relieved by the news.

She picked up the veil on her bed and threw it over her head. "We can't wait for him to get here and risk Eddie arriving home before him; we must leave. I need to leave." She rambled off.

I understand where her fear was coming from and her need not to have to see her abuser or be forced to stay any longer in a place that reminded her of her abuse. That fear was...