"She's covered in wounds," Mrs. Sutton said, her voice trembling with anger. "She's a teenage girl, at the age where she cares how she looks. She won't even wear short sleeves in summer anymore."Mom glanced over Ruby's injuries.Then she looked away, as if she hadn't seen them at all.I knew that look.Logan used to direct all his cruelty at me. Apparently, now that I was gone, he'd found someone else."What evidence do you have that Logan did this?" Mom demanded of Mr. Palmer."Your daughter cares about her looks. My son has feelings too."She pulled Logan close."Sweetheart, tell me. Have you ever done anything like this?"Logan squeezed out a few tears and shook his head violently."No, Mom. Never."Ruby, usually so timid in class, stepped forward."You're lying."As she began to speak, I felt as though I were living through my own school days again.When I first came home from the mountains, Mom had bought me plenty of things I'd never used before.One was a fancy w
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