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

every trace of it away.

Ray reached inside his coat and pulled out a phone. Just a phone. He passed it to me and gave a small nod.

I understood immediately.

For months, while Caleb had tightened his control over my bank account, my friends, my passwords, and even my breathing, Uncle Ray had told me to keep records. He never forced me before I was ready.continue reading …