Blood trickled down from the gash on Jamie's forehead, the sting finally starting to set in—but it was nothing compared to the ache in her chest. Across the room, her daughter lay helpless. Lily was curled up on the floor, tears sliding silently down her cheeks, her tiny body trembling with fear.
Jamie couldn't bear it. She'd never get used to that look—the heartbreak and confusion lacing her daughter's face. The silent plea in Lily's eyes. Asking her to fight. And as much as Jamie wanted to—as much as her heart ached to help—she couldn't. Not this time. And it tore a hole in her heart knowing there was nothing she could do.
How had it come to this? How could someone who once held her hand with vows of forever now stand over their child like a stranger? A monster.
Jamie remembered their
