The True Story of a Girl Without a Gun
“Thing is, he’s going to kill me.”
“Have you gone to the police?”
“Yes, of course I have.”
“And what happened?”
She shakes her head from side to side, wraps her arms protectively around her chest.
“I got a restraining order against Ned, that’s my ex. But you know what good that is, don’t you?”
She inscribes a big zero in the air.