I looked at Flora silently, waiting for her to change her mind, but she didn't. It seemed like she was ready to open up about her past. "Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I am. It's about time you know about it..." she said.
"Then we can get in bed and talk. I want you to be comfortable" I pointed at the bed with my thumb.
Flora nodded and joined me in bed. She pulled the duvet over her lap as she got comfortable on the soft mattress. "Where do I begin...?" she questioned—more like to herself.
"Whatever you're comfortable with. I wouldn't want you to go through another trip down the fucked up memory lane" I said.
The lass looked up at me briefly before averting her gaze elsewhere. "It all started when I turned eight. My mother wouldn't be home almost all day and my father would be at work. My mother would drop me at school and from there, one of my peers' mother would take me to their home upon my mother's words..." she started and inhaled slowly.
"It's okay, take it slow" I assured her a
