"Was he the one who did it to you?" William asked quietly, though the answer was already etched into his mind.
Anna nodded slowly, her throat tightening until the words dissolved before they could escape.
A part of her longed to finally speak it all out loud, to lay the weight of it in someone else's hands for once. But another part—an older, more wounded part—clung tightly to silence.
Robert hadn't believed her. He had called her a liar, accused her of seeking attention. And while she wanted to believe that William was different… it felt safer to leave the past untouched.
"We'll get to him too," he murmured, pulling her closer until her cheek rested against the steady rhythm of his bare chest. "Every single one of them will pay for what they've done to you. I'll make sure of it."
