Isabel
“Was it your dad that gave you that busted lip too?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Part of me didn’t want him to confirm it because I could already feel myself getting upset.
Callen’s grip around me loosened, but his eyes remained glued to mine. “Yes, Isabel. From time to time, he puts his hands on me. I’m not proud of it, but there have been times that I have put my hands on him as well. The last few years of my life haven’t been easy, but it's partially my fault.”
I suddenly had an overwhelming sensation to cry. All these years, I had thought my life was rough because of how my dad treated me. But nothing in my life equaled to Callen’s in the sl
