She was 16. Vulnerable. Young for her age and inexperienced.

He was older, a priest, in a trusted role.

He told her she was special.
He held her.
He kissed her. Not a pastoral kiss.

She cried out, ran from his house. Told only one person.

He told her she was wrong. She had misunderstood.

She believed him.

She never trusted people who told her she was special. She didn't want to be special. She knew she was not special, because she didn't understand what special meant.