Declan’s POV
It was jarring to see Makena in that state. I hated I saw her that way, but it ingrained the image in my mind. Her back had been to me when I saw it. The scars, her perfect skin marred by the welts of whips, knife cuts, and cigarette burns. The sight caused my heart to weep. How could she have endured such pain, torture, while being in a relationship with him? It wasn’t the time to nag or parent her. Makena, and Serena, needed someone to be there for them; let them know we will let no one use their unfortunate experience against them. “It’ll be ok. We have a police officer outside and he can take your statements. We also will put you on administrative leave.”
Serena looked up at me, clutching my arm. The fear in her eyes tugged at my heartstrings. “I have to work. I can’t, n
