The hospital room was filled with an uneasy quiet silence, broken only by the beeping monitors and the soft shuffles of movement.
Logan stood near the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched so tightly it could snap. Emma and Hannah sat close to Jean's side, the silence weighing heavily on all three of them.
Logan's voice broke through the stillness, rough and controlled, but barely.
"Tell me everything, Emma."
Emma's brows pulled together, her voice cautious. "Everything…?"
"What happened today," he said, looking straight at her. "And before. Has her family always been like this? Were they always so... violent?"
He didn't hide the tremor in his voice, didn't bother to mask the raw fury simmering just beneath his calm. It wasn't just about today anymore. It was about every bruise, every scar, every look in Jean's eyes that spoke of quiet suffering.
