Outside the Fox, Marian had stopped moving towards the door.
She and Rob had just been dropped off from the van but now, with the door to her home right in front of her, Marian found herself frozen and with a deep sickness twisting in her guts.
There was something different in seeing these three than there was in Rob, Alan, and Much. The boys who had come to Arizona only knew what they had heard, only knew what Marian had told them, only had secondhand accounts. The three men inside the Fox right now had seen her in that place, had been personal witnesses to everything. They had watched the Sheriff press himself against her with hunger, and they had watched her be demure and complicit. Would they ever see her the same way?
Rob had stopped beside her, waiting for her, and she took a deep breath. "I don't know if I can face them," she whispered.