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

” he told me softly.

But I kept them open. I watched Martin Price’s face turn colorless when Ray’s sleeve moved and exposed the old military tattoo on his forearm: a black dagger piercing a broken crown.

Martin made a wet gagging noise. Then the brutal man who had frightened half the county bent forward and vomited all over the spotless hospital floor.continue reading …