The first thing on a rapist’s mind isn’t normally to roll on a condom. It hadn’t been Rufus’s first or last thought that night. He hadn’t asked Beth if she was protected... it wasn’t that kind of moment.
Beth had decided too late about a morning after pill. She’d been in such a state following Rufus’s savage sexual attack that she’d stayed in bed, sobbing, not answering the door for two days. That was the prompt for her best friend Faith’s interrogation. That got Beth to admit what had happened, swearing Faith to secrecy.
But Faith was perhaps a misnomer.