The moment he returned home was bittersweet. You could not be happier to have him back in your safe arms, but the state in which he returned made your heart break.

His face was covered in bruises, right arm severely injured and held in an arm sling. You couldn’t see due to his clothing, but the way he held onto his stomach, and limped when he walked, told you there was more than what meets the eye.

“Hen, I’m alright,” he said, his tone soft when he saw the horrified look on your face.