Jan 2016
She said, I'm sure he molested his daughter. I slept on the couch, and heard all the laughter. Cried as his hand slipped down my shirt. She said, I'm sure he protected his daughter. Sitting in therapy turning pages, praying for paper cuts. She said, I'm sure he couldn't save his daughter.
She knew the guy too, he seemed so nice. He's all hands, he's all hands. He called for two weeks after.
