"No, God no-" he insisted, instantly feeling sick at the thought of it. "I don't know. I didn't see it happen, but..." he sighed a little, just hating the very thought of it. "There were bruises. God, I'd hurt her. Emotionally as well, I mean. She was just worn down, a different woman. Like I'd just sucked all the goodness out of her life," he admitted, perhaps a little dramatically, but it seemed so awful now she was back to herself. Now he could see the obvious contrast.