When my husband yanked my hair and snapped my arm, I caught my son’s eyes and gave the tiniest nod. My five-year-old grabbed the phone with trembling hands and dialed the secret number. “Grandpa… Dad is hurting Mommy!” he cried. On the other end, there was a sharp inhale, a rustle, and then a low, trembling voice: “Stay where you are. I’m coming.” And that was when everything truly began.
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When my husband yanked my hair and snapped my arm, I caught my son’s eyes and gave the tiniest nod. My five-year-old grabbed the phone with trembling hands and dialed the secret number. “Grandpa… Dad is hurting Mommy!” he cried. On the other end, there was a sharp inhale, a rustle, and then a low, trembling voice: “Stay where you are. I’m coming.” And that was when everything truly began. Read More
