I don't know.

[time made no difference in that, really. She couldn't comprehend what would make someone blame a victim so completely]

She didn't have much love for us girls. Me or my sister. I don't know why.

[she releases his hand to cup both around her wine glass, taking another sip] It kept on for awhile. I think my father wanted to stop it, at first..but in the end he didn't really do anything about it. Just...stopped looking at me.

And then I started running away.