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

I had already signed a report with the hospital social worker. I had asked the nurse to take pictures of my neck. I had agreed to let security preserve the hallway footage.

Caleb had no idea. Martin had no idea.

Ray did.

The nurse knocked on the door. “Everything okay?”

Caleb gave her his flawless smile. “Family moment.”

I looked straight at her. “No.”

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