One night the dispatcher received a call from a person saying there was a woman, probably dead, on a bench. The man told the location of the bench, it was very close to a hospital.
The first responders took the woman to the hospital just in time.
That was my first day out of nursing school.
When she was taken to the ER, the woman was so beaten up she could barely breathe. She couldn’t speak for almost three days for how swollen her face was. She went immediately to surgery to remove her spleen. Then she miscarried. Yes, she was ten weeks pregnant.
After a few days, she got out of a coma and told the police what happened: her husband, the bastard, after using her as a punching bag, abandoned her on a bench without an ID.
After speaking to the police, she asked me to help her to have a new life.
I called an organization that helps abused women to create a new life and a new identity. That was the best thing I did in my career. I was a very young nurse at that time, and from that moment that was my mission, to help abused women. I don’t have a family of my own, my family are all the women I helped in the years, and even those who didn’t want to be helped, my heart was always with them.
The woman’s new name was Olivia.
In the years, I stayed in contact with Olivia via emails, and I went to visit her a few times. It’s not usual. She’s the only one who still regularly calls or emails me. Maybe that’s because she was the first one, the one that made me see my mission.
Her new beginning happened in Bloomfield. The organization picked that place because Olivia wanted a place where she could see the stars, and where people take care of each other. To wait for her at the train station, there was Atty, an energetic sixty-two-year-old lady, who welcomed Olivia with a warm smile that covered her whole face.
“It’s so nice to meet you! I hope the trip was fine. Let’s go, I have a warm soup waiting for us at home,” and took Olivia’s suitcase.
Sheepishly, Olivia thanked her, “Thank you for hosting me. I swear I won’t bother you. I’ll find a job and a place to stay as soon as possible.”
Atty hugged her shoulders and said, “Oh, girl! Don’t even think about it. You are not bothering me. In fact, you’re helping me. You know, I’m an old lady and the doctor in town thinks I shouldn’t live alone. I have arthritis and diabetes so he’s worried that something can happen to me. When I told him I was going to have company, he was the happiest guy in town, so much so that he asked if you were willing to help him too in the clinic. He needs an assistant,” she said, all in one breath.
“Really? I’d be glad to help him,” Olivia answered.
During dinner, Atty talked about the town and the people, “Well, it won’t take long to talk about 451 people. Oops, 452 now,” Atty said, giggling.
The day after, Atty took Olivia for a walk in the village. She showed her the saloon, the drug store, the hair salon, and every other store, not many though, and Atty introduced Olivia to everyone.
“Hopefully, I will remember all their names,” Olivia said, giggling.
“You will. Working in the clinic will help,” Atty said.
At the end of their walk, they stopped by the clinic.
“Earl!” Atty shouted from an empty waiting room.
“In here!” a male voice shouted back from a room at the end of a short hallway.
Atty introduced them, “Earl, this is Olivia. Olivia, this is Earl, the doctor in town.”
He got up, removed his readers, held out his hand to Olivia, and said, “Pleased to finally meet you.”
Shaking his strong hand, she replied with a low voice, ”The pleasure is all mine.”
Then he added, “Olivia, I couldn’t be happier to have you here. See, my mother here is a stubborn old lady and won’t agree to take help. Of course, if you prefer to live alone, I understand, but until then, I appreciate your vigilance. Also, if you can help me here in the clinic, I’d love that too.”
“Oh, I didn’t know she was your mother. I’m happy to help,” Olivia said with a timid smile.
Atty intervened, saying, “We gotta go now. Earl, you coming for dinner? You can talk to Olivia about the job and whatever you’d like to talk about.”
“Sure, mom,” Earl said. He gave a peck to his mother, and the two women left.
Once they were outside and walking again, Atty exhaled and said, “Having a son doctor is a pain in my butt. He was married and lived in Denver then one day he knocked at my door and was back. Alone. So, since then he made a promise to himself to be my caregiver. He needs a woman to distract him. Olivia, can you cook?”
“I sure can. I am pretty good. My… ehm… my husband expected good meals and I wasn’t allowed to work, so I spent my days reading recipes and cooking,” Olivia replied, bending her head down, tears filling her eyes. Memories of her husband weren’t easy.
She loved that man, she believed in their marriage, she thought she was doing the right thing and that she was making it work. Then, one day, Timothy, her husband, got home pissed for something that had happened at work. And that was the first time he beat her up. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the last. Every time, he promised it was the last one, that it wouldn’t happen again, but he wasn’t good at his promises. And every time she promised to be a better wife for him so he wouldn’t be angry. It was always her fault if he got upset.
Atty hugged Olivia’s shoulders, she knew what she was thinking, “It’s not your fault, don’t even think about it. It’s never your fault. If a man can’t keep his anger at bay, the fault is his, and nobody else’s.”
Suddenly a male voice called out, “Atty!”.
They turned toward the voice to see an old guy, probably around Atty’s age, walking fast in their direction.
“Bill!” Atty said, hugging him with her whole body. He kissed her on the cheek but close to her mouth. “Bill, let me introduce you to Olivia,” and they shook hands.
After a few minutes of chitchat, Olivia and Atty went on with their walk. The weather was perfect, not too warm but not too cold either. The sky was a bright blue, the color she loved so much. They stopped at the saloon to have lunch.
“I love to have lunch here sometimes,” Atty said after they placed their orders.
Olivia, taking at heart her task to check on Atty’s health, said “I don’t think it’s healthy for you to eat out too often.”
Frustrated, but still smiling, Atty replied, “Already on your task you are! Ok, I promise to be more careful. But today the purpose is to get you acquainted with the town and the people.”
And so went almost the whole day, meeting new people of whom Olivia couldn’t remember the names.
A few days after, Olivia arrived in Bloomfield, She began working for Earl. He had a very advanced computer, a wi-fi, and a chart system connected with the Medical Center database, but he had no time to learn how to do that, and probably he didn’t want to.
“I chose to be a doctor to save people’s lives, learning how to use computers wasn’t in the job description. I can use it to send emails or to Google something, but that’s where I get,” Earl said to Olivia the very first day.
He didn’t know, nobody knew actually, but Olivia had a lot of free time in her previous life, and she used that time to learn how to write documents, spreadsheets, and stuff like that, being very careful to not leave traces. That was the first thing she had to learn – how to use the computer erasing traces to not upset her husband. In the browser, she was careful to only leave history about recipes, the same recipes she’d prepared for him, so he’d be happy, or so she hoped.
She found she enjoyed technology, especially the power of the internet. She was eager to learn how to enter patient’s information in the chart and she found it wasn’t difficult. It came easy to her. In a few days, she entered all the patients’ charts in the system, and downloaded the app on Earl’s smartphone, to use whenever a patient had an appointment or called him for a home visit. Earl was grateful for her ability to enter all the information.
Of course, with a small town came the fact that everybody wanted to know about Olivia. For the first week, one by one, they all knocked at Atty’s door, bringing any kind of homemade food, and asking questions, but Atty, expertly, deviated all the questions saying, “Olivia had problems and needed a new life. What better place than Bloomfield?” and they were all content with the explanation.
Olivia was happy. She liked this small town where everybody knew everybody. Atty was right, working at the clinic, after a few days, Olivia was able to remember all their names.
In less than a month, Olivia was part of the community, attending the town meetings, sometimes going to Bingo Nights, and stopping by the saloon for a soup at lunch or for a baseball night. She was taking care of Atty too, checking from a safe distance when she looked tired, when her breathing was different, if she was taking her medicines, and gave Earl a report every morning.
Atty and Olivia usually had dinner together, and sometimes Earl or Bill joined them. Olivia was in Bloomfield for two months when, during a dinner with just Atty, she asked, “Atty, I think you and Bill need some privacy. So, I was thinking of renting Sylvie’s apartment behind the clinic.”
“Why? I love to have you here. And Earl wouldn’t like for you to leave me alone,” Atty replied with a sincerely sad expression on her face.
“I know, but I was thinking,“ Olivia couldn’t finish her sentence because Atty interrupted her.
“Olivia, darling, I can always go to Bill’s house, if you are OK staying alone at night, but please, don’t leave me. If I have to be honest with you, I’m getting used to having you around, I feel safe. Your cooking is great and you’re checking on me. Oh, don’t make that face, I know you are checking on me and that you report my health conditions to Earl. I know because Earl is not pressing anymore,” Atty said giggling.
Olivia smiled and had to admit it, “Ehm, well, yes, he asks me how you are doing. But are you sure I’m not in the middle between you and Bill? Can I at least pay rent? Earl is paying me, and I can afford it now.”
Atty put her hand on Olivia’s hand, and said, “Why? The house is all paid off, you are cooking every day, you are helping with the cleaning, and sometimes you are buying groceries. I don’t need anything. Save your money. Maybe one day, you will want to move somewhere else, I hope not. You might find a good man and want to have a family. I enjoy your company. I feel safe with you here.”
Olivia held Atty’s hand, looked straight into her eyes and said, “First, I will never trust a man again. Second, OK, I stay, but we need to be honest with each other, so the moment you feel I’m in the middle, please tell me. OK? I love you Atty. I like living here with you. I feel safe too, and you know I needed this.”
They hugged each other and considered the subject cleared.
One day, right before it was time for Olivia to go home, a thunderstorm began. Olivia looked outside the window and saw the water was pouring from the sky, the streets suddenly became rivers and people were running, looking for a temporary shelter. Jeez, I better wait. I can’t go outside now, she thought. At that moment, the light went out. Nice! “Earl?!” she called out
“Coming!” he shouted, and he was beside her in a second, “Stay here. We have the generator,” and at that second she heard a thud and the light went back on. “I don’t know how long it will last, so we better go. Let me grab my stuff and I give you a ride home,” he said, already heading to his office.
When they arrived in front of Atty’s house, Earl killed the engine, closed his eyes, and exhaled, “Thunderstorms recall bad memories of my childhood. Don’t tell this to my mom. She thinks… Well, I made her believe I don’t have memories of that time. I was a kid, but the noise of thunder makes me recall the noise of plates shattering on the floor, my dad shouting, insulting my mum and her screaming… I will never forget. But I guess you know way too well what I’m talking about,” and at that moment, Earl covered Olivia’s hand with his own, and squeezed gently.
She looked down at their hands and felt tears in her eyes.
He continued, “I know you’re scared, disappointed, hurt, and you might think men are bastards. Some really are. But we are not all bad. Some of us are good guys. One day you’ll be willing to try again. That day, I hope to be around.” He brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. “Have a good night, Olivia. And thank you for listening.”
She didn’t move for a moment, then left saying only, “Good night, Earl.” She didn’t know what else to say, and she was sure he’d understand her lack of words.
That night, she had trouble sleeping. Earl’s words touched and confused her. Part of her was still scared of men and ashamed of the reactions she caused to her husband. She didn’t know Atty was a victim herself, she suspected it because she never asked questions like she already knew.
Olivia liked Earl, a lot, and she believed he was a good guy. She thought men were bastards, but she knew not all men were like Timothy or like her father. She had feelings for Earl, she was attracted to him since the very first day she met him, but she didn’t want to admit it, not even to herself. Her bruises were still fresh, she couldn’t allow anybody to touch her. Her confidence, the confidence she had when she was a teenager, was coming back, little by little, day after day. She was taking her life back by pieces. And maybe one day she’ll be ready again. But not yet, she wasn’t ready to give her heart yet.
A few months have passed and one night, right before dinner, Atty hung up the phone and said to Olivia, “Bill is inviting me out for dinner tomorrow before the Bingo Night, and I’m going to spend the night with him, if you are OK. Do you mind being alone? I can ask Earl to stay with you.”
Olivia was feeling safer every day, but until now she had never spent the night alone. It was always Bill spending the night at Atty’s.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I think I can survive a night alone.”
The day after, without realizing it, Olivia was nervous, jumping every time the phone rang or somebody knocked at the door. She was taking the mail to Earl when outside, there was a car crash. Olivia jumped yelling and dropped the mail on the floor.
Earl stepped in the hallway to see what had happened and asked, “What’s going on today? You look jittery, jumpy. Is something wrong?”
She sighed, then looked at him and said, “Do you mind having dinner with me tonight? I’m gonna make my special baked pasta you love so much and a blueberry pie.”
Earl smiled and said, “Sure! Is this why you’re nervous? Am I still making you nervous?”
She got up, gave him the mail, sighed, and looking at him, said, “No. To be honest, you are the least person to make me nervous. The fact is,” she hesitated a moment, then continued, “The fact is that your mother is going to spend the night to Bill’s, and,”
“…and you’ve never been alone,” he concluded her sentence. “Olivia.” He got closer to her and touched her upper arm with affection. “Olivia, you can trust me. I’ll bring wine and a change of clothes, and if you don’t feel safe alone, I can stay over. I’ll sleep on the sofa, don’t worry.”
“Thank you, that’d be so nice of you,” she said.
At 6:30, as agreed, Earl arrived and she was even more nervous, but for another reason.
During dinner, they talked about their past, not as abused people, but as normal people. They talked about movies and books. They both loved the smell of ink and paper and watching a movie in the theater more than at home.
“I started devouring books when I was in middle school,” Olivia told him. “My mother got me a library card because there was no way she was going to spend money on books. Money was tight. When I started working, guess where I spent my first paycheck?”
“Well, let me guess,” Earl teased. “At the bakery?” and they both laughed.
They laughed a lot that night. It had been a long time since Olivia laughed with her heart.
“Thank you, Earl. For helping and for coming,” she said while turning off the kitchen’s light, “Let’s see what your mother’s wet bar has to offer.”
“Oh, I know what she has. I think some brandy by the fireplace might be perfect. What do you think?” he said, probably a little too hopeful for a different turning of the night.
After a few sips of brandy standing by the window to watch the sky, Olivia got enough courage. She put her snifter down, turned to face Earl, and whispered “Earl, I am ready,” and looked to see his reaction.
After a few seconds, Earl said, “You mean… Oh… Are you sure? I don’t want to push you. I can wait as long as you need.”
As an answer, Olivia smiled and leaned toward him.
He put his hands on her waist, touched her nose tip with his, then he covered her mouth with a passionate kiss, holding her close against his body.
She was hesitant at first. His kiss, his touch brought back to her memory the fake love of her husband.
She broke the kiss and sighed.
“It’s OK, Olivia. We don’t have to,” Earl was giving her the time she needed, but she interrupted him with a passionate kiss.
She realized Earl wasn’t Timothy, Earl was a good guy, and he deserved her heart.
She slowly opened her mouth under his lips and the kiss became hungrier and deeper. He pressed his pelvis against hers, and she moaned, feeling his hard erection against her tummy. This was delicious, passionate, pure ecstasy. Nothing like what she had with her husband.
“Olivia,” Earl whispered against her sweet, hot lips, “are you sure? We can stop right here. I want you to be completely sure, not even a little hesitant.”
She locked her eyes in his, and said, “I am ready. Probably for the very first time in my life,” and they kissed again, and again, and again.
Then he lifted her up, and, as he carried her toward her bedroom, he felt her mouth against his neck, pressing soft, wet kisses there.
“If you don’t stop, I won’t make it to the bedroom,” he said, moaning.
He gently put Olivia on the bed, and she went up on her knees, facing him. He began to work the buttons of her shirt. She slipped her hands under his t-shirt and ran them over his smooth chest, teasing his nipples with her fingertips.
He spread her shirt open over her shoulder, letting it drop. He looked down at her, her skin was flawless, her breasts were amazing.
She reached her hands behind her and unhooked the bra, flinging it away.
He just stared, mesmerized by her full breasts, big but not too big, perfect in his hands. He stroked her breasts savoring the feeling of soft, warm breasts under his hands.
“Mmm, delicious,” Earl said.
He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled her against him to feel her skin against his own. He was already making a nice big tent in his pants.
“Oh, I better slow down, or this could be over way too fast,” he whispered.
She chuckled, nervously.
His hands went up and down her sides, over her butt, along her hips, and up again. His touch was gentle, slow, delicious and was driving her crazy.
Kissing her neck, he whispered, “You feel so good, like honey. Tell me what you like. I want tonight to be good for you. And if at any moment you feel uncomfortable, please say it and I’ll stop.”
She straightened up her back pulling out her breasts and, with a hand behind his head, pulled him to her breast. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t trust her voice, not yet. She felt a knot in her throat and didn’t want him misunderstood. She was happy, not sad.
With his tongue, he circled her nipple. She dropped her head back, sighing, “Ahaa.”
That nipple came to life, and he pulled her gently against his mouth and suckled, drawing a deep groan from both of them.
She interrupted him to unbutton his jeans, then she slid her hands in his jeans, stroking his ass.
“Mmm,” she groaned, “I was dreaming to do this since I met you,” she whispered in his ear.
He looked at her with a mischievous smirk, “You did? Interesting. And what else did you dream about?”
“Oh, don’t rush it. You’ll find out before sunrise,” she whispered sensually, between kisses on his neck.
He did the same, unbuttoned her jeans and slid his hands inside stroking her ass cheeks, and moaning. Then he slowly moved one hand to the front, stroking her panties-covered pussy. The panties were wet, and he groaned with pleasure, “Olivia, you’re killing me.”
He pulled her jeans and panties down her thighs unveiling a sexy red bush, “Olivia, you’re the sexiest woman I saw in all my life.”
She got off the bed to take off her jeans and panties, and he did the same. When she looked at him, his erection jutted out. Talk about sexy, she thought.
He took a condom from his back pocket and put it on the nightstand.
“Oh, are you the zealous one?” she said, before kissing him and making love with his tongue. She was becoming cockier by the minute. The excitement was giving her the courage to continue.
She went back on her knees and pulled one of his hands to her butt cheek, “This. This is one of the things I like the most,” she whispered.
Earl chuckled then went to caress and gently squeezed her soft but firm cheek, moaning.
Then Olivia pulled Earl’s other hand to her belly. With her hand over his, she slid it down, slowly, past her soft and hot mound, to reach her core. Her finger on top of his, she pressed them between her lips, by her entrance, and whispered, “Here. That’s the other thing I like.”
He bent down to kiss her breast, then licked her nipple seeing it getting stiff. Then he began sucking that stiff nipple, feeling it in his mouth was amazing.
With her breast in his mouth, his fingers in her soft, slick folds, he was in heaven. He hoped he was able to hold on.
When she touched his erection, he groaned. After a few moments of her stroking, in a husky voice, he whispered, “You better stop now. I desire you so bad, we’re lucky I’m still holding up.”
She slowly lay down onto the bed, pulling him down with her, and whispered, “I want you just as bad.”
Holding himself on his elbow, he put his fingers back in that warm, soft, wet spot. He worked his fingers inside her, and her moans became louder, her hips pushing against his finger. Lowering down to her breasts, he whispered, “I want to make you feel really good.”
Sighing, she said, “You are already doing a fine job.” Olivia opened her legs wider, her hips pushing against Earl’s finger faster. Earl added a second finger and Olivia came hard.
With his fingers still in her pussy, Earl felt her juices covering his fingers, and her muscles squeezing them. It was such an erotic feeling he never felt before.
His wife didn’t want to be touched or licked. She probably didn’t like sex, he realized that now. With Olivia, it was all so different.
He grabbed the condom and wrapped his cock. Then he rolled over her, she spread her legs and he lowered himself over her, the head of his cock teasing her pussy, sliding up and down between her lips. He wasn’t sure he could hold longer, but he wanted to try to make it good for Olivia.
He slowly pushed his cock inside her pussy. Then he stopped to enjoy the feeling of her pussy holding his cock in a hot, wet hug.
He then pushed a little further, slowly, until his cock was deep inside Olivia’s pussy.
“Mmm,” she moaned, arching her back. “This feels soooo good,” she groaned.
He began to pump his cock adjusting to her rhythm. Then he slid his hand between their bodies and rubbed that spot that made her moan before.
She moved faster, wrapping her legs around his back, and pulling him deeper and deeper inside.
Suddenly, her body tightened under him, and he felt her pussy clenching, squeezing, pulsing. He had never felt it before in his life, or not so strong. She began pounding against him gasping, lost in her own orgasm, drenching him in liquid heat.
She caught his mouth and kissed him, almost devouring him. Then slowly, she began to relax beneath him, weak in his arms. She was soft again and sated.
She looked at him, blushed and happy, and said, “Ehm, we are not finished here,” and flipped him, ending on top of him.
“Yeah, I guess,” he said, chuckling.
She sat up, riding his cock.
He started moving his hips beneath her, holding on hip, pulling her up and down along his cock.
She began rubbing her clit with a finger and pinching her nipple with the other hand.
At this erotic view, he exploded in an orgasm so powerful, like he had never had in his life. He was shocked.
This is what you feel when you love someone, when you please someone, when you care for someone, Earl thought, but it was too early to share his thoughts with Olivia. She needed time.
Exhausted, lying down on their sides, spooning, with one hand on her breast, teasing her nipple, and the other up and down from her ribs to her thigh, he whispered, “I wanted to make it good for you. I didn’t know it was going to be so good for me too. I thought I was passing out when I came for how good it was.”
She woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to have him inside her, again. She started kissing him and woke him up.
He rolled her on top of him, and she whispered, “Oh, I see you like me on top.”
He didn’t answer. He moved his hands on her breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingertips. Then he had a naughty idea and, holding her hips, he pulled her up on her knees and pulled her up until his face was between her legs.
“What are you doing?”
“Hold on to the headboard,” he said.
She did it, but she was confused.
With his hands on her butt cheeks, he pulled her down until her pussy was right on his mouth.
She gasped and held her breath.
He moved his hard tongue back and forth from her clit to her entrance, and a little further back, making her moan. Elated by her essence, his hard tongue entered her pussy.
She looked down to see the most erotic scene she’d ever seen. She’d never felt something so powerful.
He then began sucking her clit and with two fingers entered her pussy, pumping them in and out.
She closed her eyes, pulled her head back and began rocking her hips on his face, moaning, sighing. And she came on his face, crying out, shaking. This never happened before, nobody ever touched her there like that.
Breathless, she slid down, rubbing her pussy against his body. She stopped when she felt his hard erection against her butt cheeks and bent down to kiss him, wanting, no, needing to taste her own essence on his mouth.
Her breasts pressed against his chest as they kissed. He moved his hands up and down her back then opened her butt cheeks and let his cock be wrapped by her warm cheeks. She was in ecstasy. This wasn’t a man abusing her body. This was a man adoring her body. This was sex between two caring people. This was love.
She straightened up her body and when his cock’s head was right beneath her pussy entrance, she slowly lowered her body impaling herself. She felt the wonder of a cock deep inside her and wanted this feeling to never end.
He sat up so his mouth was right on her breast.
She arched her back, pulled her head back, sighed, and she started rocking her hips. Slowly first, to enjoy the feeling of her clit rubbing against his groin, then faster, and faster.
He wrapped her with his arms, pulling his hips toward her, following her rhythm, sucking hard on her nipple, and pushing his cock deeper inside her.
She came with a powerful orgasm.
Feeling her pussy clenching his cock, he started pumping deeper and faster and he came immediately after her.
Atty went to the clinic to have lunch with Olivia. When she entered, the waiting room was thankfully empty, and Olivia wasn’t at her desk.
“Olivia?” Atty called out. In a few seconds, she heard the fast clatter of shoes.
Olivia entered the room, breathless and blushing, “Oh, hi Atty, I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Clearly,” Atty said, laughing. “I see. I guess you and Earl are getting acquainted.”
Embarrassed but cocky, Olivia replied, “Oh, we got acquainted all right.”
The two women laughed.
“Is it too early to talk about a wedding?” Atty said, winking.
“Who’s getting married?” Earl asked, entering in that exact moment.
“You?” Atty said, pointing to the only two people in the room with her.
Olivia bent her head, “I can’t. My husband won’t sign the paper without knowing where I am.”
Earl immediately hugged her, “Don’t worry, we don’t need a wedding. I am fine. We can live together if it’s OK for you.”
“Are you sure? You still want me even if I’m legally married to Timothy?” Olivia asked, astonished.
“Yes. I love you and I respect you. I don’t want to put you at risk. We can be married in our heart,” Earl said before kissing her.
“He’s in jail, he can’t hurt me,” she explained.
“Yes, but unfortunately, he won’t be there forever. Better not to risk,” Earl replied.
When they broke the kiss, they turned to see Atty crying, “I love you both so much,” she said, bringing a Kleenex from Olivia’s desk.
Olivia moved to Earl’s house and together they started a new happy life, and Bill moved to live with Atty.
One year later, while Olivia was watching the picture of the little baby growing in her womb, the mailman knocked on the clinic door to deliver a big yellow envelope coming from her lawyer’s office.
“What is it?” Earl asked.
“I don’t know. Can you open it?” she said.
He opened the envelope, read what was inside and began laughing, “There’s justice in the world.”
It was a report from the county jail declaring that Timothy Hudson died from several wounds, one, on his head, fatal.
Olivia was free, finally.
Olivia and Earl got married the day before she went into labor. Joanne was the fruit of the deep love that surrounded Olivia and Earl’s lives.
I wrote this story for all the abused women out there. There’s no violence in my stories, ever. But here there’s the memory of violence, and there will always be.
Violence is when one person forces another one to do something AGAINST their will.
