Chapter 74: Wildwood (2)

"When I was twelve, I was nearly... raped by my own uncle." "Oh..." She clutched the hem of her strapless top tightly, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, as if she were struggling to suppress something. I was truly grateful we were back-to-back at that moment—otherwise, I wouldn’t have known what expression to wear. "It was a school party, just one of those typical events. Maybe because I’m good with my hands, the teacher put me in charge of cutting and assembling the decorative…