"Jesus."
"He came into the storage facility about five weeks ago. To rent a unit." Novalee's voice was flat, mechanical. "He was... wrong. From the first moment. The way he looked at me. Talked to me. Like I was already his."
She told Greysen everything. The escalating visits. The threats. The night at the club when he followed her to the bathroom and—
Her voice broke. She took another drink. A longer one.
"He raped you," Greysen said, their voice shaking with fury.
"Yeah." Novalee finished her drink and signaled for another. "And then he kept coming. Kept threatening. Said if I told anyone, he'd kill them. Kill James. Kill my parents. Kill you."
"Your parents—"
"Weren't an accident. He had it arranged. Punishment for fighting back. For stabbing him with a fork when he tried to—" Sh
