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I was holding my newborn when my uncle walked into the hospital room and saw the marks on my neck.

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Part 2

Ray did not raise his voice once. That was what made the hospital room feel so dangerous.

He looked at Martin. “You know me.”

Martin wiped his mouth with a trembling hand. “Raymond Voss.”

Caleb glanced between his father and my uncle, irritated that fear had entered the room without asking him first. “What is this? Some old army reunion?”

Ray’s eyes continue reading …

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