Chapter 83 65

Camila

Bruises come in more shades than I realized.

If the purple and green hues weren’t patterned across my mother’s throat and arms, I’d find them beautiful. Instead, I’m fighting down the urge to vomit.

“He did that to you?” I ask, seething.

My mother whirls around; she didn’t know I was in t...

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