For six months after she escaped—after the FBI raid on the remote compound, after the trial that put three men away for decades—Lily had told no one the full truth. Not her mother, who cried when she saw the scars on Lily’s wrists. Not the court-appointed therapist. She had swallowed the story whole, letting it calcify inside her like a shard of glass. She thought if she never said it aloud, it would eventually become unreal.