HOPE'S POV
“We had a toxic relationship. He would hit me for every little thing.” My mother fidgeted with her hands on the table. I pushed myself to look her in the eyes. They held the truth and affliction she endured.
“But why did you—”
“I didn’t want to commit any crimes, Hope. They were all forced by him. But I can’t say that. Calvin has men all around the town, especially in the East. Telling the truth will result in death,” she was not tentative to divulge.
She raised her arm, revealing her singed or scorched marks and dark bruises. Some of them were curative and a faint shade of red, but there were a few in dark carmine red. It was execrable to know I was not discombobulated that Calvin would do such a repugnant thing.
“Have you tried informing the police?” I asked, realizing my
