Avery took off Darlene's hospital gown. The size of the hospital gown, striated blue and white, was the smallest. But it was still loose on Darlene.
He took off her clothes bit by bit and discovered that not only her arms, calves, and neck but also her entire body was covered in dense wounds.
Avery's fingertips trembled violently, and he touched her wounds slowly and carefully.
Every time he touched them, he imagined what she had experienced at that time. How ruthless were those people and how sharp were the tools before they left so many scars on her?
Darlene would even show Avery when she skinned her fingers in the past. How could she endure all the injuries without telling the police?
Avery suddenly felt fear. The former lovely Darlene had become so vulnerable.