Her uncle.
A sharp knot formed in his chest, the thought of that man dragging his mood into darker waters. The bastard was still locked in the basement, broken, restrained, but alive. Leo had made sure of it. The doctor he had hired wasn't even licensed, a man known for keeping his mouth shut and his methods clean enough to erase evidence. He visited once a week, checked that the man was breathing, and left without asking questions.
Leo didn't regret it. Not once. The things that man had done to Bella, the fear, the scars, the innocence he had stolen, those weren't sins that could ever be washed away with time. But still, as he looked at her now, sitting there in soft concentration, the light from the monitor tracing gold over her face, something uneasy twisted in him.
What if she found out?
