Tatum's POV:I pull into my garage and I try to lay my wandering mind to rest. I swiftly carry Luna inside and place her in my bed. I search my room for something she can wear and run across one of my old tee shirts that is now too small for me. I lift her slightly and unzip her dress pulling it off carefully. I'm just about to put my tee shirt on her when I see several scars and almost healed bruises across her chest, abdomen, and upper thighs. I inhale sharply and stumble backwards at the realization of what her words actually meant. I approach the bed again and gently touch a scar and watch it disappear under my fingers as a dull pain radiates through the tips of my fingers. He has beaten her and from the looks and feel of it he had been doing it for a while. I begin to touch every wound and scar I can see, vanishing them in the blink of an eye. Occasionall
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