When we arrived at the house, Lucia greeted us at the door, wearing a startled expression on her face when she saw Gina’s state.

“What can I do to help?” she asked, her tone etched with worry.

“Get the doctor,” I said to her as I raced up the stairs.

During the walk back, Gina passed out in my arms due to the pain coursing through her body.

When I got to the room, I placed her gently on my bed and quickly dressed myself. Standing by her side, burning anger surged through me when ...