It was strange how things worked sometimes. Sibyl never thought she would get over the betrayal and the trauma she had endured. The sounds of a madman trotting near her head, the threats whispered into her ear, the pain she was made to suffer, all of it she was certain would live in a quiet corner of her mind. She was sure, that the minute she thought she would be over it, the experience she was made to brave, would jump out of nowhere, dissolving her determination. But it didn’t happen. She did have nightmares for the next two weeks and she would wake up in the middle of the night, covered in a sheen of sweat. However, that was the extent to it. She was stronger than she realized. Sibyl decided she wanted to go back home. She missed her family and knew that the only way to repair the damage she had done was to fix it. Her father didn’t speak to her for almost a month and at first, she thought he still didn’t want anything to do with her. A month later, one late night when...