Shawn's mind whirled with all that Mia had said as he walked out of Mia's house and headed for his car.
The evening air was heavy with the promise of rain. The sky, painted with streaks of orange and purple, seemed to mirror the turmoil inside him.
Shawn slid into the driver's seat and gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to process everything he had just learned.
He wished he could unsee the scars on Mia's back, but unfortunately, the image was seared into his memory, a haunting reminder of the cruelty that had taken place.
He couldn't believe that Henry had done something like that. How could he have done something so beastly to his own wife? Shawn mused.
He wondered if Henry had been driven to such extreme measures because of some unknown pressure or if it was simply the result of a twisted personality. Whatever the case, Shawn was determined to get to the bottom of it.
