Outside, she heard the sound of waves and seabirds. She wondered if Rafe had found his extension cord.She also wondered why on earth her father had rented this boat and kept it a secret.Then shadows began to move over the little flip screen. Olivia saw the grainy images change and resolve into white skin, dark gloves. She heard low, muffled laughter. Naked skin flashed by.Her heart hammered as she recognized her father—with a woman who wore black gloves with metal studs. The gloves came down hard on naked skin, leaving a trail of blood. Olivia stared at the grainy images, frozen, not sure what she was seeing.A hand touched her shoulder and she swung around with a gasp.“It’s just me, honey. You found an outlet?”Rafe saw the screen and frowned. Then he moved in front of Olivia as the low laughter continued while leather and metal struck naked skin. A man’s voice rose, pleading for more.Her father’s voice, in a way Olivia had never heard it, broken and confused and weak. Olivia closed her eyes, too dizzy to stand up.
