I stayed silent under Daniel's questioning. He stood by the bed, waiting for my answer. But I just stared at the ceiling.Then, his phone rang.Serena's tremulous voice came through the line. "Danny, my hand hurts so much…"Daniel's expression softened at once. "I'll be right there."He hung up, looked at me, and said, "Think hard about what you've done."And with that, he walked away, just like so many times before, leaving me behind for Serena. Once again, I was alone in the hospital room.The door swung open about an hour later. Serena walked in, her right hand heavily bandaged, though she seemed in good spirits."Freya, how are you feeling?" she asked, concern edging her voice.I turned my head toward her, but said nothing.She pulled a chair over and sat, a sweet smile on her face. "Freya, I want to tell you a story.""I don't want to hear it.""But the story is about you." A glint of smugness flashed in her eyes. "It's about why Danny agreed when Mr. Seymour asked him
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