She turned against my touch, folding herself into the crook of my arm. It took everything in me not to wrap her into a tight embrace and protect her from the monster who’d hurt her wrist and whatever else I didn’t know about. But I would know eventually. I would ensure she told me every last detail, and I would do whatever it took to make sure she never had to face him again. “What would you do?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with tears and hope. She lifted her palm, slowly bringing her fingertips to the side of my face, tracing the scar that ran from below my eye to disappear into my beard.
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