Douglas POV
When the suggestion of a sponge bath arose, I jumped at the chance to help my wife. Although it might seem like a small task, I feel like I let her down, and I'd take any opportunity to help her.
Taking my time to give her body a good wash, and a massage at the same time, loving running my hands over her body, as I washed her. I could feel her eyes on me as I concentrated on her body. That was until I started on her back, four significant, black marks marred her back, the length of a beer can.
I couldn't stop myself from inhaling sharply.
These had to have hurt.
My anger rose, and I wished I had the chance to hit that man; he hurt my wife, his flesh and blood. I no longer felt guilty about the cans being full. Jimmy convinced me that I could not have known; it was all on
