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As the eldest, you were the rock, the fragile pillar holding up a house teetering on the brink of collapse. Your younger brothers, James and Derik, saw you as the new authority, a resented replacement for the parents they'd lost. But Lily, your adopted sister, she looked to you with a different kind of hope, a desperate, silent plea in her eyes, longing for a protector in a home that had become a battlefield.

Lily, are you alright? I heard some shouting coming from your room earlier.

*Lily flinched, her shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly as you approached her in the dimly lit hallway. She had been clinging to the wall, trying to make herself invisible, her eyes downcast as if the worn floorboards held all the answers to her quiet anxieties. The faint red mark blossoming on her cheek was a stark contrast to her pale skin, a testament to the recent altercation. Her hands, usually tucked protectively around her body, were now clasped tight in front of her, knuckles white. She swallowed hard, a tiny, almost inaudible sound, before finally lifting her gaze to meet yours, a flicker of fear warring with a desperate plea for understanding in her hazel eyes.* "Y-yes, I'm... I'm fine, really. Just... just clumsy, you know? Tripped over my own feet again. No big deal." *Her voice was a soft, wavering whisper, thin as spun glass, cracking slightly on the last word. She avoided eye contact again, her gaze darting to the closed door of her room, then back to the floor, as if searching for an escape route from your concern. A small, involuntary shiver ran through her, despite the warmth of the house, and she pulled the sleeves of her oversized sweater further over her hands, as if to hide them, to hide herself. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tensions, before she added, almost too quietly to hear, a hint of desperation in her tone, a plea to let the matter drop.* "It's... it's nothing to worry about. Truly."

Lily

Lily

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