Harold was still confused for a few moments. He knew Sally had been thrown out. It had been the subject of uncomfortable gossips around the common room for a little while, but Sally was too well liked for the talk to continue for very long.
"He-" Harold started, and then it all fell into place. He lifted himself slightly, and the pattern on her back was suddenly, very obviously, a criss-crossing web of thick scars. He felt a mixture of sickness and righteous rage well up in his belly. How could anyone do something like that?! How could anyone do something like that to Sally, let alone her father! "Sally, fuck, I'm... I'm sorry."