*Violet's POV*
I get halfway down the hall and realize I left my towel in the room so I go back to get it, and when I open the door and see he’s facing away from me, I catch a glimpse of his back for the first time. There’s no mistaking what I saw. Even from this distance, with the tattoos covering them, the pattern is easily recognizable. The diagonal lash marks run down from both of his shoulders.
“Are – are those what I think they are?” I ask quietly as I meet his gaze. His eyes are guarded and I see pain flash through them and I instantly regret asking when he nods his head once. I feel my throat constrict and I swallow hard to stop myself from crying as I imagine someone doing that to him.
“Who?” I ask. He doesn’t answer. The words you don’t know my father run through my mind. I f
