Dad wanted my sister’s at:tack hidden behind our front door, insisting we would “handle this at home.” Then the emergency room doctor noticed something in my x-rays that did not match our story, and the people who arrived changed everything we thought we could keep secret.

maybe nobody would get hurt. Maybe Mia would eventually calm down. Maybe Dad would stop insisting I provoked her. Maybe Mom would stop crying quietly in the laundry room when she thought nobody could hear her.

But my ribs were fractured. My wrist pulsed inside the temporary splint. My cheek had swollen where the mug split my skin open.

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