I cringed as Carter pressed his finger against my wrist, testing how much pain I was in. He was biting his lip in anticipation. He gently wrapped a cloth around the bruised bone and made a makeshift sling around my neck.
"Anything else hurt?"
I wanted so badly to scream at him that my heart was broken in half, that my spirit had been crushed, and that my mind was spinning uncontrollably. I just moved my gaze to the ground and swallowed down my thoughts, and shook my head.
Carter stood up to get ice. I sucked in a breath, rubbing my arm as I waited for Carter to return.
"Carter," I yelled his name so he could hear me from the water closet.
"Yes?"
The cupboards banged against each other as he searched for a cloth. I took a gulp, pushing away any hesitance.
"How many girls have you bee
