The moment the realization hit, a heavy, painful knot formed deep in my stomach. My hands trembled slightly as I stared at the bruises marring my grandson’s delicate body. The thought that either my son or daughter-in-law might be responsible was unbearable, almost impossible to comprehend. They were the people I had trusted, the ones I had loved unconditionally. But the evidence before me could not be ignored. Each mark, each tiny welt on Liam’s arms and legs, screamed of a darkness I could…
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