Misty's eyes widened in shock at Leonardo's blunt command. She stared at him, the bag of dried meat trembling in her hands.
Laura stepped forward, her heart aching for the little girl. "What do you mean, Leo?" she said, protectively outstretched a hand to block his path from the girl. "She's just a child. She shouldn't have to bear such a haunting burden."
Leonardo, however, had a different approach. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, watched the little child intently. He walked over to the broken window not far from the bed, picked up a shard of glass, and held it out to the girl. "If you want to end her suffering, then do it yourself," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "Take this and slit her throat. It'll be painless."
Misty looked at the glass shard with wide, fearful eyes, then
