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Chapter 70

But none of that could happen unless Hank returned.

He threw the sheet off and went to his bedroom door and opened it. He heard murmuring voices below.

Relief so strong it left him weak in the knees and clinging to his bedroom door gripped him as he recognized Hank’s voice. Hank. Home

But Hank wasn’t doing most of the talking, which was surprising. The soft voice he heard more of was Rose’s. Ollie crept halfway down the stairs, sat slowly on one of the steps so it wouldn’t creak, and listened.

He closed his eyes, and his mind and ears honed in on what Rose was saying. He thought he should be shocked, but he’d known from the moment he met the painfully shy young woman that something awful had happened to her, some kind of abuse. He had no idea the depth of the horror she had endured, but he knew it was something terrible. She was like a whipped dog.