SCARLETT ROSE
Kieran's fingers are swollen and bruised, and I continue to care for them gently.
My movements are soft, but my heart is racing, pounding in my chest as if trying to escape.
What he just told me still echoes in my mind, and I can hardly believe it.
Kieran found Joseph. He confronted him and beat him so badly that now he's sitting here, with his hands destroyed, because of me.
The thought makes me dizzy.
"I hope he suffered a lot..."
The sentence escapes my lips before I can stop it.
My words are bitter, filled with resentment and all the pain Joseph caused me.
I look at Kieran, expecting some reaction, and I see his eyes blink, but his expression remains calm, steady.
"He suffered...", Kieran responds simply.
There is no vanity in his response, no exaggerated anger
