And they had dumped her here like garbage.
"I want to see them," Victoria said quietly. "My hands. I want to see what he did to me."
"Miss Ashford, I don't think...."
"I WANT TO SEE THEM!" Her scream echoed through the room, making the nurse jump.
Dr. Mitchell nodded slowly. "Alright. But I'm warning you, they're still heavily bandaged. You won't see much detail. And what you do see....it's going to be difficult."
He carefully lowered the support holding her right hand, then began unwrapping the bandages with methodical precision. Layer after layer of gauze came away, and Victoria held her breath, terrified of what she would see.
When the final layer came off, she wished she'd listened to the doctor's advice not to look.
Her hand....her beautiful, elegant hand that had worn thousands of dollars in jewelry, that had been manicured weekly at the most exclusive salons, that had been photographed countless times for society magazines....was destroyed.
