Chapter 50 Staged Wounds

• Mia stumbled through his apartment door like a wounded sparrow. Her usual pristine appearance was shattered. Blood stained her white designer dress. Dark bruises bloomed across her cheekbones. Her perfectly styled hair hung in disheveled strands around her face.
• "Jesus Christ," Santino said despite himself. "What the hell happened to you?"
• "My father." She collapsed onto his leather couch with a pained gasp. "He found out about us. About everything."