Michael
The video flickers to blackness. Throat tight, I stare at the blank screen.
Christ…
.... What have we done?
She was raised, treated like stock, threatened with gang-rape at the point of a knife. And then James and I....
Oh… God....
....
You came back, Babe....
.... Why?
Why did you come back?
Numbly I sit, sorting through my disordered thoughts. After a few minutes, Charlotte returns, sitting next to me, her face calm.
Does she know what I'm thinking?
I hope not…
She's handling this better than I am....
.... She's had time to get used to it…
… I suppose....
“What was going through your head when you did that?" I ask. “When you stood, naked on that podium, and they bid for you?"
She sucks at her lips. “Um, I was a bit spaced-out actually. Mainly, I was thinking tha
