"She was bloodied… broken… from her mind to her body. Just one year ago. We could not even recognize her. Her condition was that bad. And you must have known that was the time she left you all, right? You must know the reason for her condition!"
Her voice rose, full of pain and anger.
At her words, all four men looked up, their eyes red, faces pale.
Sara let out a bitter laugh, her tears still falling.
"Continue your act!" she said, almost mockingly. "Yes, I'm right, right? You were the one most responsible for her death."
Her words pierced through the air like blades.
"She was so bloodied and broken at that time, we could not even heal her properly," she cried. "It took a full month to completely get her out from the trauma. Do you know? Only God knows what you have done to her to break an eighteen-year-old girl like that!"
Her crying voice trembled as she accused them.
The four men froze at every word she said.
