She’d become a woman who couldn’t stand to meet the eyes of another. She had allowed William to make her into that woman. It sickened her, shamed her, humiliated her. She could have curled into a ball and just died, she was so ashamed. Sometimes she still felt like that terrified, miserable excuse for a human.
Walker is a master at writing about all those emotions we like to keep hidden and are too scared as individuals and society to talk about. Guess I should strap in for another one of her books to cut me up inside.