I found myself glued to the spot Kayla left me. I couldn't just stand and do nothing. I had to do something. Maybe I couldn't stop the beating, but at least I had to find out who did this.
I returned to the scene where Lia had been subjected to unimaginable cruelty. My heart felt as though it was going to enter my stomach any moment.
Lia’s body was a sight that tore at my heart. Her back was bare, and exposed, with angry red welts crisscrossing her skin. Some of the wounds had broken open, blood seeping from them and running down her sides.
Her clothes hung in tatters around her waist, barely covering her, leaving her vulnerable and humiliated. The bruises that marred her skin were already darkening. Seeing her like this—half-naked, broken, and bleeding sent a wave of fury through me.
