Serena instinctively thrust out a hand and the memories slowed almost like in slow motion and she felt herself slip into them, almost as though she was standing there herself as they actually happened.
The first memory she saw was the image of what she assumed was his father shouting at his mother, furniture and plates thrown across the room as a little boy that could only be Richard cowered hiding behind the couch, hands pressed against his ears to stop the loud noises that were scaring him.
She saw it disappear and another memory form in front of her. This time it was of Richard being struck over and over with a belt against his back by his father, his little cries causing her heart to clench as she screamed out for him to stop, to leave the boy alone. Richard couldn't have been any
