Different colors.
Different ways.
That wasn’t game scratches.
It was not an accident.
They were obvious marks of aggression.
Every cell in my body screamed with rage.
But in the reflection of the window I saw Lily’s fear watching my reaction.
The way I reacted at the time was everything.
I forced my voice to stay calm.
I knelt in front of her.
“From when does this happen, Lily?” I whispered.
The tears ran down his face as he looked out the window.
— “Since February… about three months ago.”
His voice broke.
Then he said the name that struck my chest like a punch.
— “Dad… is Grandpa Rogelio.”
For a moment I was out of air.
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