After my stepfather injured my twin sister and me, he brought us to the hospital. My mother calmly told the doctor, “They just fell down the stairs.” My stepfather smiled, thinking he had won. But as the nurse checked my vitals, I slipped a handwritten note into her pocket, and…

gathered around Dr. Hayes, learning how to read the language of bruises, learning how to notice the things that frightened people could not bring themselves to say out loud.

“I wake up,” I said, a profound sense of calm washing over me. “I open my eyes, I look around our new home, and I remember that he can never, ever reach us again.”

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