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Standing in front of him was Vanessa —Michael’s wife of less than a year— holding a steaming iron just inches from the child’s skin.
Michael did not react immediately.
First, he saw.
Faint scars. Fresh burns. Red marks superimposed on older ones. They weren’t random. They weren’t accidental. The surface of the iron was spotless: there was no sign that it had touched clothing.
Skin only.
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