“J..” Your voice breaks as your eyes drift down to the bruises on his abdomen. The dark, green and blue bruises that were from his own father.

You had just been arguing with each other about wasting money as he sits in a 2 grand hot tub, until he stood up in anger, and the argument seemed to be forgotten in an instant.

“What? I’m fine! I’m—“ his voice is full of pain as he looks at you, and he drops his hands to his sides in exhaustion.