Rose Without Her Jack
"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?"
She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear.
Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back.
"You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here."
Rose?
Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose?
Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her.
My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.