Under her red velvet dress, she had bruises and no panties. The panties were around the three year old's ankles, and the dress was hiked over her head.
"Look, Mommy! I went boom on the stairs. See my boo-boos?"
The Easter sermon stopped, and Rogue's face burned as she hurried to her daughter. Upon reaching the girl, Rogue tugged the dress back down before leading her out into the foyer.
"Where's your father?"
The girl pointed.
Rogue spun around, and there, lying across four chairs, was Logan. Both he and the baby on his chest were sound asleep, snoring softly.
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