As it was, seeing those bruises on Madelyn’s arm had my brain short circuiting. I didn’t care about being logical. I only cared about making sure she was okay. The truth of that made me frown a little as I waited for her to respond, because the first time I’d seen her after all those years, I’d wanted to hurt her. I’d wanted her to feel the pain she’d put me through. Now, I was trying to keep her from pain. I was a walking contradiction.
