“Please… don’t burn me again” — He returned early from a business trip and heard a pleading whisper. What he found upstairs changed everything…

His breath caught in his throat.

His son’s back was covered in burns: some healing, some recent, all deliberate.

“My God…”, she whispered.

Vanessa quickly stepped forward.

“You’re exaggerating. Sometimes he hurts himself. He wants attention. Since the nanny left, it’s been impossible…”