It’s time he knows. Kitt opens his mouth again, but I’m already moving, already gathering my courage alongside the folds of my shirt. Determination overrules my sudden desperation to hide this marred piece of myself. But if this man is to be my husband, he will soon see every bit of brokenness that makes up my being. So I might as well start with the scars on my heart. I shift in front of him, forcing the tremble from my voice. “He doesn’t control me. He haunts me.” My hand lifts to tug the collar of my shirt down, down, down…. I know the brand is visible when his face pales. “Is that…” He
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