IRENE’S POV

Before James had the chance to read through my phone, I promptly picked it up and placed it on my lap, face down.

I silently continue working through his bruises, attending to each wound with equal amounts of attention. I tried to cover up my trembling hand by working even faster.

I had the chance to see who sent the message and to say that I was shocked would be an understatement. Seeing Frank’s number popping up on the face of my phone really struck a nerve.

I thought I have grown past his era, I thought he no longer fazed me anymore but guess I was all...