The Vance Heir

Clara

The nurse crouched in front of the little girl, carefully dabbing antiseptic on the bruise that stretched across her small leg. I stood by the side of the bed, my hands tucked behind my back, watching the process in silence.

The little girl didn’t even flinch when the cotton touched her skin. She just sat there, staring ahead. Her face stayed blank, like she didn’t feel anything. I knew it h