× Trix ×
When I reach the hospital, I find the boy’s younger sister sitting in a corner, sobbing quietly.
She looks so small and terrified that it breaks my heart a little. I approach her slowly, trying not to startle her.
“Hey,” I say gently, crouching down to her level. “I’m Trix. I’m here to help.”
She looks up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes but doesn’t say anything. Her body is shaking with fear.
I sit down next to her, keeping my voice soft and calm. I reach out and gently pull her into a hug, trying to give her some comfort. She stiffens at first but then leans into me, her sobs growing louder.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you. Can you tell me what happened?”
She shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I sigh, knowing this i
