It’s late at night, about 1 am. Gabriella comes walking through the front door with your sister comforting her and what looks to be tears in her eyes. Is everything okay? I ask Gabriella just looks up and faintly whispers. “They hit me again. Anymore questions?” She states this in a tone of sarcasm mix with sadness. Your sister walks her into the kitchen and sits her down at the table. “I’m gonna head upstairs real quick.” Lacey, your sister states. Are you staying with us for a while again? I inquire “It’s possible, I have some bags in the car.” Gabriella says I’ll get them for you. I reply.