A bruise at my temple. The fingerprints on my wrists. The black eye that had began to dissipate. Jack was the source of these scars. Jack was the source of my tears. Jack deprived me of my sanity. He caused me nothing but fear.
Fear is something that Angie Hartman has grown accustomed to. Fear of her abusive boyfriend Jack Mason, who she'd fallen in love with three years ago.
But three years ago, he hadn't hit her.
Three years ago, she didn't want to get rid of him.