Harlow lives through dance. It's her escape, and bruises come with the hobby. Bruises to her are an honor. A symbol of strength and resilience. They give her pride, but not all bruises are awarded. Most were tucked away where no one could find them. Someone found those bruises, and Harlow doesn't know if he made them worse, or if he healed them... WARNING MATURE CONTENT (Trigger Warning) Hey I just wanted to put a trigger warning here. There will be talk about domestic violence and descriptions of injuries. Please if you feel like this story may trigger you read something else. I would much rather you read a book you can enjoy. Hope you like it! And shout out to my editor and best friend Haley Tickle, girl thanks for the help and I love you!!!