Michael
The video flickers to blackness. Throat tight, I stare at the blank screen.
Christ…
…. What have we done?
She was raised, treated like stock, threatened with gang-rape at the point of a knife. And then James and I….
Oh… God….
….
You came back, Babe….
…. Why?
Why did you come back?
Numbly I sit, sorting through my disordered thoughts. After a few minutes, Charlotte returns, sitting next to me, her face calm.
Does she know what I'm thinking?
I hope not…
She’s handling this better than I am….
…. She’s had time to get used to it…
… I suppose….
“What was going through your head when you did that?” I ask. “When you stood, naked on that podium, and they bid for you?”
She sucks at her lips. “Um, I was a bit spaced-out actually. Mainly, I was thinking that the numbers I was hearing were more money than I’d ever seen in my life, and half of it was mine. All I had to do was keep my nerve for a week….”