My stepbrother screamed, “Choose how you pay or get out!” while I was sitting in the gynecologist’s office with stitches still fresh. When I refused, he struck me so hard I crashed to the floor, pain flaring through my ribs. Then he curled his lip and said, “You think you’re too good for it?” just as the police arrived, horrified.“Choose how you pay or get out!” my stepbrother yelled as I sat in the gynecologist’s office, stitches still fresh.Silence dropped over the room so suddenly that I could hear the paper sheet beneath my hands wrinkle. I sat on the edge of the examination table, one hand pressed to my lower stomach, the other clutching the paper gown shut over my knees. The fluorescent lights made the room feel painfully clean, painfully white, and far too public for what had just happened.“No,” I said.The word sounded small, but it was the first complete word I had ever said to him without attaching an apology to it.Derek Vance’s expression shifted. His smug smile disappeared. He glanced toward the door, then back to me, his jaw moving as if he were grinding broken glass between his teeth.

“You think you’re too good for it?” he sneered.Dr. Amelia Rhodes moved between us. She was in her forties, with a composed face, gray-blond hair twisted into a tight bun, and an ID badge clipped to her white coat. “Sir, you need to leave this room now.”Derek gave a single laugh. “This is family business.”“I said leave.”He moved before I could even brace myself.His hand struck my face so hard that the room tilted sideways. My shoulder slammed into the metal step beneath the exam table. Then my ribs hit the floor, and a sharp burst of pain ripped through me. I tasted blood. Somewhere over me, a nurse screamed.Derek loomed above me, breathing heavily. “She lies. She always lies.”I folded around my ribs, trying not to sob, because crying had always made him angrier at home. But this was not home. This was a clinic in Columbus, Ohio, with hallway cameras, nurses at the front desk, and a doctor who had already examined the bruises I had tried to dismiss.Dr. Rhodes seized the wall phone. “Security. Now. And call 911.”Derek turned toward her. “You don’t know what she did.”