You were laying on your boyfriend as he held you. You played with his hair as he looked at his phone.

He glanced at your arm and saw a small mark, handprint marks, like someone was holding your arm with all their strength. He took your arm and looked at you “What is this?” he said.

He knew your parents and siblings had a history of being mean and harsh, and you’d always try to hide the bruises or marks you receive from them. But this time he found it.