Her smiled wavered and her finger trembled as she pointed.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
One word was all she could manage, anymore might reveal the fear and doubt racing through her mind.
Before he could ask more questions, Casey stretched out on the cot. She closed her eyes and braced herself.
The inkdarkened her skin and with this one little defiant act she began life anew. The butterfly freed of its cocoon settled on her hip. Fear lifted from her heart. Her hand no longer trembled. She was free.
Casey walked out into the bright sun a new skip in her step, and felt time roll back to the confident, strong woman she was before Trent. She vowed no one would control or abuse her again.