The family doctor arrived quickly and attended to Anne Wilson’s injuries with efficiency. Anne Wilson lay on the bed, while Mom and Dad stood at its side, the atmosphere in the room heavy with tension.

The doctor turned to me and said, "If you’re still feeling faint at the sight of blood, it’s best not to stay here."

He had seen me before and recognized me. I didn’t speak, only nodded. The doctor left after saying his goodbyes.

The room’s atmosphere became stifling. Anne Wilson lay half-reclining in Mom’s embrace, tears streaming down Mom’s face as she wept for her.

Anne Wilson didn’t look at me. Her voice was gentle...