*THE SECOND KNOCK* She lay among the soiled and wrinkled linen, the room in total disarray, her garments tattered and torn, her future changed forever. Her feminity had been crushed like a rosebud. Tears ran down her face like rain on a windowpane. She was weeping, not just because of her torn flesh, but because of her shattered trust. She had tried to help a man in need, and instead of receiving his gratitude, she had been brutally abused and assaulted. She had entered into the relationship as his sister, but...