As people age, their reaction times slow down. Over fifty, Martin was no match for the speed and agility of twenty-four-year-old Leah. With one swing, she brought the golf club down on his leg, and he collapsed onto the carpet, face-down.
“Leah, have you lost your mind? That’s your father!” Octavia shrieked, her voice thick with disbelief.
Meanwhile, Eric stood stunned in silence.
On the carpeted floor, Leah seemed to have truly lost it. She appeared oblivious to everything around her, blocking out all external sounds. She focused solely on Martin, her eyes narrowed as if seeing something beyond him, as she muttered to herself:
“Leah, did you think I brought you into this world for no reason? Don’t think of yourself as human—you’re only here to do what your mother and I demand.”
“Leah
