bruises.”

“I bump into things.”

“Mom.”

Her voice finally broke.

“He squeezed me.”

I closed my eyes.

“When?”

“Sunday.”

“Why?”

“Because I changed the password to my email.”

That afternoon, Megan was discharged with a fractured radius, a sling, pain medication, and instructions to follow up with an orthopedic specialist.

She and Sophie came to stay at my apartment.continue reading …