Standing in the bathroom with having Alejandro look at me made me nervous. I didn't look the same as when I did on our wedding night. I was bruised and battered, still in pain and utterly traumatised. Instead of telling me that I was hideous and broken, he told me that I was beautiful and strong. I didn't feel it but I knew that I would.
I had cried myself to sleep after learning that my grandad had been the one that they'd gone after. I'd let him down, I had dedicated my adult life to taking care of him and helping pay the bills and all that I had succeeded in doing was getting him killed. I'd woken up in the midst of a nightmare, sweaty and in pain from tossing and turning so I'd come in here to have a shower but when I'd turned the water on panic had set in and I'd screamed.
I felt h
