Chapter Two Hundred and Fifteen
Alicia's POV
The first woman who came to the foundation was named Maria.
She was twenty-eight years old, had two children under five, and a black eye she'd tried to cover with makeup that was the wrong shade for her skin tone. I recognized that attempt at concealment immediately because I'd done the same thing countless times with Travis.
"Thank you for seeing me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she sat across from me in the small office we'd set up in town. "I saw your website. Read about what you do. I don't know if you can help me, but I had to try."
"Tell me what's happening," I said gently, keeping my hands visible on the desk between us, making sure nothing about my posture seemed threatening or judgmental.
