Cassandra
Eddie exhales in annoyance as he tilts his head back and swings the door open all the way, gesturing for Crayvin and me to step in. With a nod, Crayvin steps in first and I follow him.
Extending my hand out, I shake Amy's hand. When her hand slips into mine, her long sleeve rises just enough for me to see the small cuts that cross her wrist. My eyes roam over to her neck where her mahogany locks lay, acting as a shield to hide the discoloration of the bruises. I squint my eyes to look harder and my eyes draw the form of a hand with the bruises around her throat.
Those are definitely not hickeys.
"Ma'am, who all lives in the home?" I ask, looking away from her throat and meeting her cognac-colored, almond-eyes.
"J-just my boyfriend Eddie, me, and my son, Henry," she stutte
