“You’re really going to just sit there and watch?” my sister gasped, her voice trembling as she arched her back, her hands gripping the edge of the bed. Her eyes locked onto mine, a mix of defiance and desperation in them. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat was dry, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst through my chest. I just nodded, my fingers digging into the armrest of the chair I was sitting in, my...