Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

A wrist.

The skull.

Maybe a hip.

It doesn’t break the same rib from two directions.”

I looked at the gray shapes the way I’d look at a map I didn’t want.

“Plain words, Doctor.”

“Your wife was brought here from her mother’s property, but these injuries match repeated impacts.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Some of them are older than Thursday night.”