ed on examining m

or from the free cli

saw the old scars. The poorly healed fracture, the thin, white

y gaunt face. He looked at

ssion gre

who was standing awk

l trucker?" the doctor asked, his ton

nodded

d, his eyes sharp. "These are signs of long-term abuse and neglect. Malnutrition,

d doubt crossing his face for the first time. The doctor' s words hung in the

eeply un

e confronted me again. The rage was gone

ned to you?" he as

sed, her eyes burning into me. A silent, terrify

I had to protect her from the

, a story so vile it woul

mes," I whispered, looking

into pure disgust. This was the final nail in

ack, his face a

he said, his voice

f ointment onto th

on' t die i

ebra' s triumphant gaze. I had saved Molly, b