"These are wounds," Ethan whispered as I quickly put on the nightgown.
"This is nothing," I replied, but both my younger siblings frowned at me.
"Corinna, these aren't nothing," Ethan pressed, moving the conversation forward.
I sighed.
"I told you I was enslaved for a while. Enslaved people are often punished when they go against the leader's will." I managed a bitter smile. "I made a mistake once, and I was punished for it. They said my wounds would heal completely and wouldn’t leave a mark."
"Was it a whip?" Ethan's eyes widened with fear, and in that moment, I realised just how terrified he was. I moved closer and hugged him tightly.
"You don't need to be afraid," I reassured him, kissing the top of his head. "Like I said, they were mistaken. They wouldn’t do anything like thi
