Chapter 4: Broken (Part 2)
**Lily's POV**
I sat on the edge of the bed in my new room and cried.
The sobs came from somewhere deep inside me, a place I'd locked away for five years because crying only made things worse. Uncle Derek hated tears. He said they were manipulative, that I used them to get sympathy I didn't deserve. So I'd learned to cry silently, to swallow the sounds, to let the tears fall only when I was completely alone.
But now, in this beautiful room with its soft bed and clean sheets and a lock that actually worked, something inside me shattered.
I hurt everywhere. My ribs screamed with every breath, sharp and insistent. The bruises throbbed. My wrist ached where the old break had healed wrong. But the physical pain was almost welcome—it was familiar, something I unde
