I’ve never been so happy to see him again that my head sang praises for him. “Oh my God! What happened to your face?” I was stunned to him with cuts and bruises. “Who did that to you?”

“Kevin,” he replied honestly but I could tell that he didn’t want to implicate my husband about the violence committed against him.

“Did you have a misunderstanding?”

“We’re always not in good terms,” he clenched his jaw as he talked and so I shut up my mouth as fast as I could.

“Did you put the bandage by yourself?” I inquired after noticing how the wound was clean regardless of the visible...