For nearly three months their meetings went like this.
She and her companions would search throughout the day for shards.
In the evening they would set up camp and eat.
When sunset came, she would leave to bathe, and then return to curl up in her pack while dread did the same in her stomach.
Finally, her day would end with her shooting up right, nightmares of the same scene plaguing her over and over.
She would rise, run in search of privacy, and then he would come. She didn't understand, and after that first time, she didn't ask. All that mattered was that he was there. And she was not alone.
