What Was Hidden Beneath Her Pajamas
My entire body went cold.
Across Sophie’s lower back, spreading up toward her shoulder blade, was a bruise so dark it looked almost black beneath the soft bedroom light.
Not small.
Not accidental-looking.
Angry.
Violent.
I stopped breathing for a second.
There were smaller bruises too.
Yellowing fingerprints near her ribs.
A thin scrape …
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