"Wh...what?" She looked blown. "I..."
"The truth Amara...now," I coaxed, holding her hazel gaze with mine and letting her know that I meant it. Every freaking word that I said. Amara's face was ashen as she stared back at me. She looked practically in pain. But I knew that the moment she gets this out whatever was holding her down from her chest, this pain will subside.
"I..." Her voice was hard, jaw tight, hands clenched into fists as she turned away and stared at her empty glass instead. I didn't force her further, allowing her to take all the time she needed. But I will admit it, the curiosity was getting the better of me.
"I...I was eleven," She finally said and I sat up straight, preparing myself for whatever horror this girl endured. "He was...he worked where I lived,"
Fuck.
