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for differently. When he hurt people, they said he couldn't control it. After his arrest, my mother cried for weeks. Not for Mara, for Julian. That girl provoked him, she said. My father hired three lawyers trying to get the charges dropped, meaning if they knew I was the one who helped put him away, they would never forgive me. That's why I stayed silent, but now Julian was home, sitting across from me at dinner. Smiling at me like everything was perfect. At first, everyone laughed and caught up, told Julian how much they'd missed him, how unfair the whole thing was. He laughed with him, but every few minutes Julian would look at me. Not a normal look, something cold behind it. I told myself I was imagining it. He couldn't know. The testimony was anonymous, but he kept looking. You've been quiet tonight, my mother turned to me. Aren't you happy your brother's home? I forced a smile. Of course, just tired from exam season, Julian smiled at me from across the table and suddenly spoke. After dinner, I was hoping we could catch up just the two of us. I've missed my little sister, my heart dropped. I felt my blood literally go cold, but my parents beamed. That's so sweet. You two always had such a special bond. After dessert, Julian found me in the hallway, dad's study room. Now, his voice was different cold. I followed him, he closed the door behind us immediately. For a moment, he just stood there, looking at me. I had a lot of time to think and prison, he said. Julian, I thought about the trial, he cut me off, about the evidence, about the anonymous testimony, he stepped closer. The one that mentioned things only someone close to me would know. My heart was pounding. I was terrified. It was you, he said. My leg suddenly trembled. I don't know what you're. He grabbed my arm, cutting me off. Squeeze hard. I felt his fingers digging in. Don't lie to me. His voice was low. Controlled. You're the reason I spent years in a cage.