Elizabeth
I hold Edward close, his little body warm against mine. He’s asleep, his tiny fingers wrapped around mine like he never wants to let go. I don’t want to let go either. I sit on the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around us. The house is quiet, but my thoughts are loud.
I couldn’t go to the office today. Not with the bruises on my face and hands. They feel like a mark of shame, even though I know they aren’t my fault. The bruise on my cheek stings if I touch it. My wrist aches where he grabbed me.
I’m scared. For the first time in a long time, I feel truly frightened.
Not just for myself, but for Edward. How long can I protect him from this?
Maybe it’s time to call my father.
The thought makes my chest tighten.
I haven’t spoken to him in years. The last time I tried, he
