“Daddy… Mommy’s boyfriend hit me with a baseball bat. He said if I cry, it’ll hurt more…”
—Marcus… —I whispered again, barely recognizing my own voice—. Please… say something. There was a creaking sound, then hurried footsteps, and finally his breathing, low but steady, returned to the other end of the line. “I’m inside,” he said. “The door was locked.” A dull thud echoed behind him, as if something had fallen or … Read more