I looked.Father was weeping now. Openly. Shamelessly.Tears ran down his face, dripping onto his expensive suit."I will kill you," Father whispered, his voice trembling with manufactured intensity. "If you touch her again... if you hurt her...""I have already hurt her," Killian said.He reached down. He grabbed my right hand, the burned one resting in my lap.He lifted it up to the camera.He began unwrapping the bandage.The gauze unspooled slowly, revealing the damage underneath.The burn was healing, but it was still ugly. Red and angry. Scabbed in places. The rectangular impression from the laundry press was visible as a deep bruise overlaying the burn.Father gasped. He recoiled from the screen like he'd been struck."No... no...""You burned her?" Father choked out. "My little girl?""She burned herself," Killian said coldly. "She is clumsy. But I fixed it."He dropped my hand back into my lap."She is mine to break, Dario. And she is mine to fix."Father put his head in his
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