PART 2 — THE SECRET UNDER THE BLUE QUILT
For several seconds, Daniel could not understand what he was seeing.
His mind searched for an explanation.
Anything.
Something simple.
Something that would make the last few weeks make sense.
But there was no simple explanation.
Rachel’s legs were covered in dark bruises.
Not one.
Not two.
Dozens.
Some were fading yellow and purple, while others were newer, still visible beneath the soft bedroom light. There were marks around her ankles and along her thighs, places that could not possibly have come from pregnancy discomfort or a restless night.
Daniel’s hand fell away from the quilt.
The air left his lungs.
“Rachel…”
