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

I gave my statement while Eli slept.

Ray sat beside me, lifting a paper cup of water to my lips because my hands would not stop trembling. “You did the hard part,” he said.

“No,” I whispered. “I survived the hard part. Now I want him stopped.”

Ray nodded once. “Then we do it clean.”

Clean was Ray’s favorite word. It meant no revenge that could be twisted continue reading …