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I have to help her move forward

I have to

Epilogue

Coral

Yes! Yes, fuck yes!” I sob through the pleasure as I ride my husband’s rock hard cock, so deep inside of me I’m sweaty, hot as he holds my naked hips and thrusts upith his own

I love the e fuck like this, so hard, so raw

“Fuck, little bird, I’onna come!”

I lean down, ainst his chest, andhihs shaking and locking

His ar ainst his I’le into hier than ever

It wasn’t easy after Cindy’s o for me to move forward as I’d told others to do After et out of bed for three days afterward Stryker held ave me that time to ever, when day three came, he forced me out of bed, forcedthat time, I don’t think I would have survived it

Mark is ether that we are strong because we have each other Don’t get ood er

My parents came around after a few months – seven – and called me I’d tried to call them before that moment, a few ties, dozens of the y I also felt abandoned by the, but so was I and I needed them

It was , and I told hi without feeling like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water all over er a shock to my system every day

He wanted to know if I was still with Stryker, and if I wasn’t, why hadn’t I gone home to hio home to them They hurt me when they turned their backs on me

I made sure my dad knew that I was still with Stryker and without hirief Because not only did I lose my sister, I lost my parents too when they walked away and never looked back

My dad cried tome to kno sorry he was for what he did, that he loved me and just wanted to know that I'm safe I didn’t point out hoalked away and didn’t care that I could have been killed like Cindy and he wouldn’t have been here

Myme how sorry she was and that she just wanted to see et lost, that she didn’t want o, that I didn’t need her anymore But the truth is, I did need her, I needed both of theht by ot to my parents’ place, I ran to them, and they held me while we all cried

I think the three of us needed it, to see each other We also needed to go into Cindy’s rooo We told stories about her, laughed at the silly things she used to do We cried when it was needed, especially e looked at photos and watched old ho Mark the pictures I didn’t know irl, one with Cindy holding her, shter There was one of ht by my side, pillows next to her so she wouldn’t fall out of my bed, andElisha inher

Stryker s hter looked liked ht look like the monster who helped create her Then my dad shocked me with a home movie he made in secret I could tell by the look on hter was gone that she wished she’d done things differently

Cindy and I were sitting on the couch in this film, and she was shoulder to shoulder withI looked, I looked younger than my then thirteen years, and I could see just why my mother didn’t want h to be hershe needed I know that

‘She’s very beautiful,’ The ten-year-old Cindy had said while stroking hter’s head

My precious baby earing a little pink sleep-suit, a tiny pacifier in her ht for her becauseall the tiood baby

‘I love her so much, Cindy’