Victor opened the door casually, like nothing had happened.

“Well, look who showed up,” he said.

My mom stood behind him, tense.

“Lily’s fine,” she said quickly. “It’s just a scratch.”

Then I saw my sister.

She was sitting in the hallway, shaking, clearly hurt and trying to stay strong.

I stepped forward—but Victor blocked my way.

“You’re not taking her anywhere,” he said.

I looked at him quietly.

He thought my silence meant weakness.

He was wrong.

At the hospital, the doctor’s expression changed the moment he examined Lily. It was clear she needed help.

“Did someone do this to you?” he asked gently.

Lily hesitated.