Divorced, Now a Princess
I had to hold onto something real.
But reality kept slipping.
One time, I opened my eyes and Scott was sitting across from me. His shirt was soaked in blood, his face pale. He looked like had had taken a recent beating, as parts of his face were bruised and starting to swell. Then my gaze dropped, and I almost vomited.
His left arm was gone. It was completely missing, and the sleeve was tied off in a crude, stained bandage.
“She… She cut it off,” he rasped, eyes glassy. He looked like he was on the verge of passing out. “Why couldn’t you have just died like you were supposed to? She said… this is my punishment for trying to harm you.”
Bab Populer