A man walked into Harley’s hospital room—someone she never expected to see there, especially under such circumstances. It was her brother, Daniel. Normally calm and gentle, today his face was hard, his eyes burning with a fire she had never seen before.
“Daniel,” Harley whispered, her voice faint.
“Hey, sis,” he replied softly, squeezing her hand. “I was outside. I heard everything.”
Tears filled Harley’s eyes. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“I came as soon as I heard about the surgery,” Daniel said, his tone softening. “I didn’t expect to walk in on… that.”
“He’s gone,” Harley murmured.
Daniel nodded firmly. “Good riddance. You’re stronger than he ever believed.”
For the first time in weeks, Harley smiled. Exhaustion soon carried her into sleep, comforted by her brother’s presence.
In the days that followed, Harley healed not only physically but emotionally. With Daniel, friends, and community by her side, she rebuilt her life. Meanwhile, Mark was left in solitude, exposed for his selfishness, as Harley embraced freedom, strength, and love.