I held my breath as I stared at the doctor. Ivanna clutched my hand, but I was too numb to feel anything.

The doctor looked at me. “Your daughter has suffered a concussion, subdural hematoma, and facial soft tissue injury, but her vital signs are stable. Since she’s not awake yet, we must continue observing for 24 hours. She might wake up soon or—"

Before the doctor could finish speaking, I fainted.

I woke up in a hospital bed. Matthew, Grace, and Ivanna were still there. Even Johnson came. I pushed myself up and asked Ivanna, “Where’s Ava? Where is she?”

“Calm down, Chloe! She’s still under observation in the ICU.”

Despite Ivanna's efforts to stop me, I rushed out of bed. “I have to stay by her side, okay? She’s terrified of doctors!”

“Honey…” Matthew said.

“Go away!” I shouted, “Get the hell out of my face! Both of you!”

They filled me with disgust. How could he, my husband of ten years, allow his daughter to be assaulted?

This family was truly one of a kind. I wished I