"Yes." Bracing himself on the bathtub edge, Jamie took in the bruises, the dried blood matting her hair. To be honest, Enola looked as if she'd tried to wrestle with a tank and he wondered if she and Dom had gone for a couple of rounds. But if they had, he would have heard about it by now.
"Why are you in here?" he asked, instead of asking about the stained floors and walls. It seemed more important right now. They could deal with the interior design issues later.