What would life be without secrets? My brother was in trouble. We acted quickly, and I demanded that he be taken to a hospital urgently. He refused—and for good reason. He knew that there, he’d have to answer questions, that both he and I, even Nikko, would have to give statements to the doctors and any authorities who came to investigate what had happened. But Danilo’s story was so strange, so twisted… My brother had fallen for the wrong woman. A "lady" he’d met who-knows-where, the one who had left him with those injuries. Well, it wasn’t exactly "her" who had messed him up, but rather, perhaps, her husband’s men, who, after finding out about their affair, decided to teach him a lesson. Pathetic and tragic. Fucking horrible. The initial shock of the news gave way to rage. Danilo didn’t want to report anyone—fear had clouded his judgment. In the hospital room, we argued fiercely, though without raising our voices, not wanting others to overhear. I insisted a thousand times on c
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