Her back was covered with scars, large and small, running from the nape of her neck to her waist.
Some were new and red, as if she’d been given an electric sh0ck or scratched.
I stammered, “What… what happened here?”
She covered herself with a scarf, her eyes lost in the distance:
“That’s the price I had to pay to get to where I am today. I was a man’s mistress, my legal wife a.ssau.lted me, I was a domestic worker, and my bosses mistreated me… I rose from the bottom. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
