The white bandages strapped across my shoulder were fully exposed, turning red as the reopened wound poured blood down my chest.

Blood from my split temple cascaded down the side of my face, blinding my left eye.

I hit the floor hard, coughing, fighting to stay conscious as the room tilted.

“That teaches you!” my father’s voice rang out, desperate to control the narrative. He stood near the front, red-faced and sweating. “Serves her right!

Security, drag this trespassing junkie out!”

Chloe stood panting, the bottle still clutched in her hand, looking down at me in triumph.