She was thr0wn out by his family—only for them to realize too late that the house was hers all along.

the backpack higher against her chest, the sleeve slipped just enough for me to see the mark beneath.

Purple.

Deep.

Wrong.

“Camila,” I asked slowly, “how long has she smelled like this?”

“Since Monday.”

It was Friday.

My throat closed.

“And why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

My daughter bit her lip.

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