All of it.
Right there in his eyes.
He crouched in front of her.
“Hey…”
His voice was softer now.
Gentle.
Unfamiliar.
“Hey… look at me.”
She didn’t.
She kept shaking.
Trying to pull away.
“Please… no…”
Jason inhaled slowly.
Like he was forcing himself to stay calm.
Forcing himself not to break.
“You’re not going back there,” he said quietly.
Firm.
Certain.
“No one is taking you back.”
She froze.
Just for a second.
Her breathing still uneven.
Still panicked.
Jason didn’t move.
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Didn’t touch her.
st stayed there.
At her level.
“You’re safe.”
The words were simple.
But they carried weight.
Finality.
Truth.
I watched him.
And something inside my chest tightened.
Because I could see it clearly now.
He wasn’t just angry.
He wasn’t just protective.
He was… hurting.
Deeply.
Like this had hit something personal.
Something buried.
Something old.
The girl’s movements slowed.
Just slightly.
Her eyes flickered toward him.
Uncertain.
Afraid.
But listening.
Jason held her gaze.
Steady.
Unwavering.
“No one here is going to hurt you.”
A pause.
Then softer-
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“I won’t let them.”
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The medical team had set themselves up in one of the guest rooms.
Clean.
Bright.
Warm.
Everything the Becker estate had not been.
And yet-
It didn’t feel safe.
Not to them.
We walked in silence.
Only the soft shuffle of movement.
The quiet urgency of professionals trying not to alarm their patients.
But I could hear it.
Even in whispers.
Even when they tried to hide it.
“Şickly thin…”
“Severe malnutrition…”
“Possible psychotic break…”
“Erratic pulse…”
Each word landed heavier than the last.
My chest tightened.
The younger girl lay on the bed now.
Small.
Fragile.
Surrounded.
Doctors moving carefully around her.
Like she might shatter if they moved too fast.
Jason stood close.
Too close.
Watching everything.
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Not interfering-
But not stepping away either.
I stayed near the door.
The older girl beside me.
Still holding onto me.
Her grip tight.
Too tight.
It hurt.
I was certain it would bruise.
But I didn’t pull away.
I turned slightly toward her.
Lowering my voice.
“Hey…”
She flinched.
Then slowly looked at me.
“Do you know what that was about?”
I nodded subtly toward the bed.
Toward the panic.
The screaming.
She hesitated.
Then nodded.
But she wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Her fingers tightened around my arm.
“…Sometimes…”
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