. . .
Date: August, 1995
Location: New York, America
. . .
Li-Am gently guides Leigh Anne out from her bedroom and straight to the bathroom that was just down the hall where he mechanically begins the process of sanitizing his daughter's cuts without a word.
Then, after making sure that her wounds wouldn't be infected now and were dried properly enough, he placed a generous amount of antibacterial wash to ease some of the pain before gently wrapping her injured arm up with bandages, deciding to put some gauze on a particularly nasty cut on her wrist at the end.
Leigh Anne was uncharacteristically quiet throughout the entire ordeal, not even bothering to say something–an excuse, to defend herself or tell her father why she did it, maybe even an apology, anything.
But there was nothing.
And her silence unnerves him more than he cared to admit. Because Leigh Anne has always been quite a talkative child, has always had something to say to him or just about anything.