CHAPTER 23
Clara's POV
My phone suddenly made a ding sound.
I'd just been sent some images from the same phone number.
I stared at my phone, my eyes widening as I processed the two pictures attached to the text.
The first was a photo of Rose, her little face contorted in pain and fear, Florida's hand raised midair as she'd just slapped her.
My grip on my phone tightened incredibly.
Rachel's eyes were wide with concern. “Clara, what is it?”
I couldn't speak, I just unclenched my fists, and I handed her the phone.
Rachel's gasp instantly filled the room. “Oh my God.”
The second picture was a medical report. I scanned it, and my rage began to grow with every line. Rose didn't have any “fat illness” like Florida had claimed; she had multiple concussions.
Bruises all over her tiny bo
