Marcus raised his hand to hit her, and she looked away, screaming. But he let go of her and turned to leave.
"You can't hide it all from me, Father," she yelled at him, forcing him to stop at the door. Her eyes were wide with a mix of fear and anger, tears threatening to spill.
He tilted his head, staring at her from the corner of his eye. "There are things better left unknown, Lina."
"There's nothing that can be forever hidden, you know," she whispered, her voice a blend of determination and pain.
He turned and eyed her one last time before he walked away. As he closed the door, she shrieked and pulled the sheet off the bed to the floor, her body shaking with anger and fear.
She slumped onto the bed, whimpering, recalling how he had nearly hit her.
Glaring at the door, she felt a bu
