CHAPTER 63

SABRINA’S POV

I stared at my reflection, tears tracking down the purple-black bruises around my eyes. I’d just finished my bath. Why did it always have to end with him hitting me? What was so important about his outing that he had to ruin my body and face?

Just because I couldn’t get pregnant. Maybe it was time to call Mom and ask for some advice. But that would be later.

Right now, all I wanted to do was— The shrill tone of my phone ringing abruptly silenced the ...