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.

beat as my gaze locked onto the thick trunk of the old oak tree near the driveway. Lily was sitting there, her small body curled into a tight, defensive ball, her face buried in her knees just as I had instructed. She looked incredibly small, an innocent civilian completely out of her depth in a game where the rules were written in blood. But it wasn’t continue reading …