“Not unless you ask for him.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
The word came easily.
“No.”
The detective nodded.
Then she asked,
“Do you believe he intentionally burned you?”
I looked at my sister.
Then at the doctor.
Then down at my hands.
“Yes.”
“Did he say anything while he was doing it?”
I swallowed.
“He said he would boil my belly until a son came out.”
The detective’s expression changed.
She wrote it down.
“Anything else?”
“He said I was useless because I couldn’t give him a boy.”
Rebecca squeezed my hand.
I remembered something.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“His phone.”
The detective looked up.
“Where is it?”
