After I Refused To Pay Tuition, A Family Dispute Turned Violent—and Went On Record

the wounds, fingers gentle despite the haste.

“Twelve lacerations,” one of the nurses said after a few minutes of careful inspection. “At least. Some deep. Glass embedded.”

“Photograph everything,” I said. My voice surprised me—it was weaker than I wanted, but crisp. “Document each wound. I want forensic-quality records.”

Dr. Warren met my eyes.

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