Shattered Trust

It was reason enough. Hazel raised her hand and realized hitting the face was much easier than hitting the legs. When Donovan was sitting, she had to stand on her tiptoe just to hit his legs, but now that he was crouching, Hazel could easily hit him without doing anything. Still, coming face-to-face with him was scary. She was a bit afraid to slap him in the face. The girl looked at him sheepishly