When I visited my ex-husband’s house, I noticed my daughter’s back covered in red ink. his girlfriend laughed, “it’s just a few markings.” I looked at her and smiled, “thank you — you just helped me more than you know.”

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I picked Kay up every other Sunday at 6 p.m. from Jacques’s house. But last week when I knocked, Kay didn’t run to the door like she usually does.

I found her in the living room, wearing Jacques’s oversized hoodie, facing away from me. Cassie, Jacques’s girlfriend, stood there grinning. “We had some girl time at my shop.”

Kay twisted away when I tried to hug her.

Something was very wrong. “Take off your hoodie, sweetie,” I said gently. She shook her head, tears starting to form in her eyes.

Cassie laughed, a sharp, unpleasant sound. “Show your mom your surprise.” When Kay wouldn’t move, Cassie herself yanked the hoodie up. There it was.

Three large, intricate symbols running down my nine-year-old daughter’s back. Black, green, and red ink, still covered in plastic wrap. The skin beneath was angry and inflamed.

Cassie has always been trying to be the “cool” stepmom. She owns a marking parlor downtown, keeps buying Kay inappropriate clothing, and teaches her to wear makeup. Jacques thinks it’s harmless, but this crossed every conceivable line.

“She said she wanted to be tough, like in the movies,” Cassie said breezily. “It means she’s a warrior now.” She showed me her phone proudly. It was a video of Kay crying, trying to pull away from the table while Jacques held her shoulders and Cassie worked the needle.

“Stop being such a baby,” Cassie’s voice in the video taunted. “These symbols mean you’re strong.”

Kay’s small voice begged, “I don’t want to be strong! I want to go home!

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