Wynta
She was finally called into the room where Gordon had taken her mother. She was wearing a short-sleeved hospital gown, and she could see there were scars on her arms and although her legs had a sheet over them, she was certain they too were covered in scars.
It wasn’t a nice thing to see and was likely why she’d been wearing that long-sleeved blouse and ankle-length skirt, so Dorian could hide all the times he’d hurt her. She reached out and took her mother’s hand and felt the odd misshape of the flesh of her palm and turned it over and there she could see was where the copper-binding stone was underneath her skin.
She slid a finger over it gently and felt pain touch her, “Does it hurt?” she asked softly.
“No,” her mother stated simply, “Only in the beginning and only because I n
