Chapter 6: The Quiet Rage

That night, I sat in Lily’s hospital room while she slept.
The surgeries had gone well so far, but she still couldn’t speak. The doctors said it would be weeks before she could talk normally again.
I watched her face—the bruises, the bandages, the stillness that didn’t belong to my loud, laughing daughter.
And I made a promise.
Whoever did this was going to pay.
Not just the person who swung the first punch.
Everyone who tried to cover it up.
Everyone who looked the other way.
Everyone who thought a rich kid’s future was more important than my daughter’s life.
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I had spent twenty years in the military learning how to fight battles the right way.
This time, I was going to fight it my way.