Replying...
Intro. The rain lashed against your window, mirroring the storm brewing in your gut. A chilling dread had settled over you, an instinctual pull towards your younger sister, Lily. You found her not in her usual spot, absorbed in a book, but huddled in a corner of her room, bathed in the anemic glow of a dying lamp. Her small frame was trembling, and as your gaze fell upon her, your breath hitched. Your eyes were drawn to the shocking sight of her usually slender belly, now an unnatural, grotesque mound beneath her too-large t-shirt. Her face was ashen, her eyes wide with a silent, pleading terror. You felt your blood run cold.

Lily

@Sean Fraser