He didn’t reel when he found out about Cree. He said he wanted to help. Trust. She wasn’t sure if she trusted him. Was it pity? She didn’t need his pity. Was he trying to be her friend, her mentor, or would he use her? What did he want? “Why don’t we finish up and get something to eat?” Graham turned and walked back to the room set up as a studio. “Is your sister okay?” “He hurt her. I went to see her before I came here.” She couldn’t talk. The words got stuck in her throat. “I’m sorry.” “It’s an ugly life. There’s pain and heartache. You’re numb, and there’s nobody to trust.” She wasn’t even talking to him anymore. He could tell she was lost in her thoughts. Her eyes were vacant. “I never wanted this. I just wanted to get out. I didn’t think it would happen like this. I didn’t know what else to do. We needed food, money, a place to sleep.”
