I stood in the dining room as the maids cleared the plates. My heart was ripping apart knowing I chose to stay instead of being with my child. I heard the door close behind me and turned. The maids cleared out as Henry stepped forward and pulled down my sleeve looking at my bruise.
“How did this happen?” He stared at me. “Did he try to mark you with out it being fully healed?” I shook my head no. “I don’t understand. How did this happen?” He asked me again.
“We were intimidate and it was painful and this happened.” I said to him.
“We as in us we or are you saying…?”
“Fredrick and I.” He let go of my dress and I fixed it. He took a couple steps away just in shock.
“How? When?” He asked looking at me.
“He comes to get me every morning for breakfast, Then it just happened.” I felt l
