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“He believed my rapist over me. Just left me.”
― S.T. Abby, Sidetracked

“You have no legal right to be here. Just as you said. I can’t stop you from loitering on the street, but you’re officially trespassing if you stay on my property. Be gone before I get back, or, ironically enough, I’ll call the cops.” He groans and curses, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “Where are you going?” “Wherever the fuck I want to,” I say, flipping him off as I get into the car.”
― S.T. Abby, Sidetracked

“I won’t tell them a thing,” Laurel says from the living room, proving she’s not as oblivious as I thought.”
― S.T. Abby, Sidetracked

“You told me to have a protective detail, and I agreed,” she says quietly. I swallow down my words as she continues. “You told me to let a stranger stay in my house; I agreed, even though I didn’t want to. I take someone with me when I leave. I’ve put my business deals on hold to appease you, not traveling and risking myself. I’ve sat in a protective bubble, answering all your calls and texts promptly so you don’t worry about me.”
― S.T. Abby, Sidetracked