July 20, 2015
Dear diary,
Elliott was late to the park today.
When he finally showed I was relieved and wanted to rush to his side and ask what had happened.
But then I saw it.
I saw what was then a fading bruise under his left eye, a newly formed swelling one. His lip was cut and bleeding, his cheek bruised a purple color.
"No." I shook my head, the tears surfacing. He stopped in front of me his green eyes bright as usual but glossy now.
"Im sorry, Mia."
