“I know. Don’t be afraid,” Cristofer said, gently patting Estelle’s back to comfort her. “Did he do anything else to you before I arrived at the clinic?”
“No,” Estelle said in a low voice.
“Really?”
“He... put his arm around me, but I broke free.”
“Which arm?” Cristofer suddenly asked coldly.
“What?”
“Which hand did he...