“Oh, by the way, would you like to file a police report?”
I immediately asked what he meant.
He told me my daughter had multiple old and new injuries, signs of possible abuse.
I nodded slowly.
Alice and Carlos wouldn’t walk away from this.
But involving the police? That would be too kind.
I’d make them pay myself.
When my daughter woke up, I rushed to her bedside.
“Tatiana!”
She blinked in disbelief. “Dad, am I dreaming? Did I die? Is that why I see you?”
Tears welled in my eyes. I pulled her into my arms. “Tatiana, it’s Daddy. I’m here. Whatever happened, tell me. I won’t let them get away with it.”
Her body trembled. Panic flashed across her face.
“Dad, I wasn’t bullied. I’m okay. Please, just don’t get involved.”
I did everything I could to calm her down and only after what felt like an eternity did she finally settle.
The doctor gave her a sedative and soon, she drifted into sleep. From the doctor, I learned that she had developed acute stress reactions and psychological trauma from the constant bullying.
My anger was indescribable.
Just then, the door to the hospital room burst open.
“Tatiana, are you alright?”