She was bruised!
One afternoon, Loretta came through the front door visibly shaken. She didn’t even take off her coat before rushing over to Michael. “Honey, it’s your mom… I don’t even know how to explain it,” she said, her voice trembling. Michael’s heart immediately sank. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios as he asked, “What happened? Is she hurt?”
Loretta sat down beside him, trying to collect herself before speaking. She had just come back from dropping off some soup for Cathy. When his mother opened the door, Loretta was stunned—Cathy’s face was badly bruised, with dark marks around her eyes and cheeks. It didn’t look like a simple fall, and Loretta knew something wasn’t right.
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