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“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
“What? Are there people coming after you?”
She nodded, avoiding his gaze. ‘I’m not safe’. She pressed her lips together, glancing back at him, and put the pen down firmly. Then she reached for the car door handle.
“Don’t go. I’m not safe either. But, there’s safety in numbers. We’ll be safer together,” he replied.
She hesitated, and then her shoulders slumped, and she turned back. Picking up the pen again, she wrote, scratching out a couple of times, ‘I don’t that’s not I have nothing’.