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"How could you do that, Richard?!" his mother screamed, her voice echoing with disbelief. They had deliberately kept Amy in the room, fully aware that the girl would defend their son fiercely.
"He shouldn’t have laid a finger on her! She didn’t like it!" he shot back, his voice rising in defiance. His parents were taken aback; in all his thirteen years, he had never dared to raise his voice at them. Not even when he was desperate for a toy or a snack.
"That doesn’t justify your actions! That poor boy is facing surgery now. He told us that after you broke his hand, you twisted it and then stomped on it!"
"Can I go to Amy now? She can hear you yelling and must be terrified," he replied in a flat tone that left his parents reeling. In that moment, he was far from their sweet little boy.
He trudged upstairs to find Amy anxiously pacing the room. The moment she heard the door creak open, she halted and leaped into his arms.
He tumbled onto the floor but instinctively wrapped his arms around her to keep her safe. She cupped his face in her small hands, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you cry? I’m so sorry!"
So many questions poured out of her.
Richard grinned at her anxious expression and gently kissed her nose. "I’m fine. Remember, that boy got hurt? I’m okay."
She giggled, her cheeks flushed, still adjusting to the newfound affection he had been showering her with lately.
"Let’s play. Just the two of us. No one else."
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عاطفيةAt a young age, tragedy struck her life when her parents were taken from her in a devastating accident, leaving her to seek refuge in the home of her neighbors. In the aftermath of such profound loss, she transformed into a quiet, gentle soul, her l...
