Ethan
The water falls on my back, hot, steady… but it doesn't relax me… Nothing does. I stand under the shower, my hands against the wall, my head down… and all I can see is that mark on Clara's skin. That damned mark.
I close my eyes tightly, but it doesn't disappear… I see it again, her white back, the purple spreading. The slight tremor of her body when I touched her.
I clench my jaw, the water keeps falling, sliding down my face… but inside I'm burning up. Because it's not just the mark, it's what it means, someone touched her… Someone pushed her, someone made her fall. And that someone is still breathing like nothing happened.
I open my eyes abruptly, no. This isn't going to end like this.
My life's mission is to protect my wife, and someone has already dared to hurt her. So
