Women stopped talking when I was passing. Men looked at me with contempt. The mothers removed their daughters from me, as if shame could be spread by contact.
They said he had humiliated Adrian’s family.
They said no respectable man would ever love me again.
Even my parents looked at me as if I had destroyed them.
When they came to take me back home, my mother didn’t hug me.
My father didn’t stand up for me.
“You ruined our last name,” he said.
I wanted to shout the truth.
I wanted to tell you that I was just a girl when an older man, someone our family trusted, hurt me.
I had not chosen what happened.
I didn’t even understand what was going on.
And none of that was my fault.
Years before my wedding, I had tried to tell my mother. But she covered my mouth with her hand and whispered,
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“Shut up, Clara. If people find out, our family will never survive the disgrace.
So I remained silent.
