Paige gasped loudly as she saw Nancy’s face. There was a bruise beside her lip and her eyes had a fading purple bruise around them. “It is not what you think.” Nancy assured her and she looked unconvinced. “Honestly, it is not.”
“Then what is it?” Paige asked and she sighed.
“I did not think I would tell anyone about this. At least not so soon. Why do you have to be so observant?”
“Sorry?” Paige frowned not sure what she meant.
“So, I had this thing back home where when I was stressed, I would beat up a punching bag. Sometimes I sparred with my ex- he was an MMA fighter- and we just had fun.”
“Define fun.”
“If you are asking if I went home with bruises then yes. But not much and not painful. Just enough so I knew I was not that good. Last week, my um… my parents were um…” She cleared
