Dante and I stand by Lorenzo's desk, waiting for him to return with Darcy. He wanted us to lead the conversation as Darcy is much more likely to be willing to talk to us.

Lorenzo has spent the least time with Darcy, he loves her very much but he shows it in other ways like by obsessing over security and making sure she's safe at all times of the day.

I feel bad for him because as Darcy's guardian he has to take on a parental role, having to boss her around to ensure she has eaten three meals a day and brushed her teeth while the rest of us can just be her fun brothers.

Lorenzo enters the office, Darcy following behind him and sits down in the leather chair.

"Sit down," He motions to the chair in front of the desk. She quickly obliges, sitting down and staring at her hands.

"Don't worry you're not in trouble," I interject while smiling at her, trying to ease some tension. "We just want to ask you a few questions," Dante asks

"Okay," she almost whispers.

I waste no time, wanting to get this over with, "Did you like it at the orphanage? Was everyone nice to you?" I question, already knowing the answer to both questions but wanting to test the waters and see if she'll lie to us.

She nods yes. Lie

"Are you sure? When we first met you were pretty hurt, where did you get them injuries?" I ask, images from the hospital file of her beaten body flashing in my mind.

She just shrugs. "Cmon Darc help us out here, could you just give us a name please?" Dante begs.

We sit in silence for thirty seconds as Darcy appears to be contemplating her course of action. "Calvin," She mumbles under her breath finally.

"Calvin," I repeat, my jaw ticking. "Right and do you know why he did that to you sweetheart?" I ask softly, trying not to upset her.

"Bad." She says simply. "What? What was bad," I ask slightly confused.

"I was bad," she mumbles, her lips now quivering. "How?" Lorenzo asks, finally joining the conversation.

"I was late," She reveals. She speaks as if she deserved that level of punishment for something so trivial as being late.

"Awh bambi you do realise that what they did was wrong right?" I ask "You should never lay a nasty hand on anyone, especially a child," Dante adds. I ignore the hypocrisy, remembering how I watched him beat the shit out of a prisoner in the cells an hour earlier.

We sit in silence for a minute, giving her a little break before starting up again, "Darcy can you tell us why you don't like sleeping," I ask bluntly, wanting to get to the bottom of this.

She finally looks up at us, seemingly surprised that we noticed. Of course we did, the kid is up at all hours of the night wondering around the house.

She doesn't answer so I attempt to fill in the blanks. "Has it got anything to do with your negative experiences at the orphanage?" I wonder. She replies this time, nodding her head yes.

"Well can you tell us what happened?" Dante implores. She doesn't say anything, now looking at her shoes and fiddling with the ends of her hair. After another minute in silence I decide now is a good enough time as ever to ask her the last dreaded question.

"Darcy I-" I trip over my words "Did anyone there ever-" I trail off, unable to utter the question. The thought of anyone touching my baby sister that way makes me physically sick.

"Did anyone at the orphanage ever touch you inappropriately," Lorenzo cuts in, I can tell he's keeping up his emotionless mask in order to not completely lose it.

Darcy's head is frantically nodding 'no' before Lorenzo can even finish his sentence but the panic in her eyes and her utter desperation for us to believe her lie tells a different story.

"Darcy..." Dante trails off. "It's okay sweetheart you can tell us the tru-" His sentence is cut off by Darcy abruptly pulling back her chair and swiftly exiting the room. I sigh, pulling back my chair in order to get her.

"I'll talk to her," Lorenzo states, storming out the room.







I enter Darcy's room, my emotionless facade crumpling away the second I see her crying, head in hands. I approach her bed cautiously.

"Darcy baby talk to me, let me help you," I plead as her muffled cries fill the room.

"I don't want to," She murmured so quietly I almost missed what she said. "I know but you'll feel better if you let it all out," I reason, pulling her into my lap. Her arms latch around my neck as she buries her head into the crook, clearly searching for any comfort.

I rub her back as she calms down, her breathing becoming more stable.

"He hurt me," She hiccuped

"Who? Calvin?" I ask quickly. She shakes her head. "Dimitri," she reveals.

Dimitri

We have a Dimitri in the cells but he's been getting it easy considering he was barely ever at the orphanage according to his employment files.

"And what did he do to you Darcy?" I question slowly, not sure if I want to hear the answer.

"Darcy did he, did he rape you?" I stutter out, her sobs only intensify as she begins to shake. "Oh baby," my voice cracks as I cradle her in my arms. Who would ever even think about doing that to a kid, my kid.

It dawns on me that I don't even know when this took place. "When?" I ask dejectedly. "First time, t-three years ago." Her voice comes out choppy in between sobs. Nine minus three.

God I'm going to be sick.

We sit still for ten minutes, Darcy eventually calms down but my anger is still at boiling point. The urge to hurt and kill becomes almost unbearable but I push it down, Darcy taking priority.

A realisation hits me. "Is that why you don't want to sleep?" I ask not entirely sure how they link but guessing that the traumatic event is the reason she doesn't feel safe enough to close her eyes at night. She nods into my neck.

I'll have to get her a psychiatrist. The best one in the country. She can't go on just sleeping in little intervals during the day, it won't be long before she collapses in exhaustion.

Suddenly, I have an idea. "Hey," I tilt my head at her, "Do you want to take a drive, just the two of us?" I suggest, remembering how it always did the trick when she was a baby.

She agrees, heading to the bathroom to change into something more comfortable. She returns in some pastel pink joggers and a little tee, looking criminally adorable.

We walk down the hall hand in hand, passing a confused Dante and Arlo who have been waiting for us against my office doorframe. I give them a tight lipped smile, silently saying that I'll explain later.

We make it to my SUV and I instruct Darcy to sit in the back as I lay out a blanket over her. She thinks this is just a normal drive but in actuality it's a mission. Operation get Darcy to fall asleep.

We head off down the road as I put the plan into motion, only driving on quiet roads and playing soothing music. The real nail in the coffin is when I started droning on about work, obviously not anything illegal but I went into great detail about employee payrolls and overall admin.

I look in the backseat to see that she's completely tuckered out and with that I turn back and head home.