For three years they called me a freak—and I stayed silent—until they touched my little sister in front of everyone, and the truth I buried finally came out and changed everything.

scattered at her feet—shattered every restraint I had built.

Brody turned his head slowly, confusion flickering across his face before hardening into anger. For a brief moment, something deeper—instinct—warned him. The usual target was gone. But pride quickly buried that warning.

“Get your freak hands off me before I break your arm,” he snapped.

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