Now she did.
“I told you to leave my daughter alone,” my father said calmly, his words cutting like steel.
Security arrived moments later. Lena didn’t resist as they escorted her out, her confidence shattered, fear replacing fury. She never looked back.
My father turned to me, his expression softening completely. He took my hand gently, careful of the IV.
“You’re safe,” he said quietly. “I’m here.”
The monitor slowed. My breathing steadied.
And for the first time that day, I believed him.
