Relief washed over her, and she settled back against the pillows, closing her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words cutting me deep.
How much more could she take before she broke, before her body broke?
The thought gutted me.
Jessa didn’t reply. She didn’t say anything. I walked out of there and took up position on the couch, with a clear view of their room.
If my father came back drunk and horny there was no chance in hell I was letting him anywhere near her.
Not tonight.
I really fucking hoped he found somewhere else to sleep tonight.