Child abuse

Previously

…“I was just in the yard,” Lily stammered, her eyes fixed on the floor. “The yard is still outside,” he snapped, his anger building. “You were drawing, weren’t you? Showing off your little pictures.” Lily’s breath hitched. She shook her head, but it was a futile gesture. The shadows in her drawings, the clenched fist, the lurking figures – they were all echoes of the storm that was now gathering force, ready to break. The warm, golden afternoon was rapidly fading, replaced by the familiar chill of dread that always settled in when her father’s jaw tightened, and the whispers in the walls began to scream.