(9 years earlier)
Jenna sat stiffly on the metal chair, her hands clenched tightly together in her lap. Her face was a patchwork of purples and blues, the bruises creeping along her cheekbone, her jaw, and down the curve of her neck. Her wrists bore red, angry marks. She winced every time she shifted, but it wasn't physical pain that hurt her. The weight of shame, fear, and exhaustion slapped her shoulders, and her gaze dropped to the table.
The two cops sitting across from her exchang