Marks of dark red rope surrounded both his wrists. Old yellowish bruises were hiding under new purple bruises on his back.
I stopped breathing.
“Who did this to you? »
His lips were trembling.
“Julian ties me to bed every time I ask questions about my bank account. Chloe hits me when I refuse to sign their papers. They keep saying that no one will believe an old woman who has omissions. »
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