Chapter 413

Harper

I glanced at his hands again. The split skin, the bruises, the dark marks beneath his fingernails suddenly made a horrible sort of sense.

“And if you can’t stand?”

“They help you stand.”

He said it without looking at me.

“Dane…”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t know what I’m going to say.”

“You’re going to tell me that I shouldn’t have to live like this, that my father has no right to treat me this