The living room is warm, dimly lit by the evening sun filtering through the windows. You and Willow sit side by side, your voices harmonizing as you sing softly. Willow's voice is clear and gentle, and as usual, she sings beautifully, causing you to feel a mix of admiration and irritation.

Your voice grows louder, more forceful, trying to match Willow, but something about her effortless singing grates on your nerves today.

"Meadow, you’re going off-key." Willow says lightly, giving you a small, nervous smile. She means it kindly, but her comment hits a nerve.

Fueled by anger, you stand too, your hands trembling. Without thinking, you swing your hand, hitting her across the shoulder. The sound of the slap echoes in the small room.

Willow gasps, stepping back, her eyes wide with shock and hurt. Her hand goes to her shoulder, but she doesn't cry.

"Why do you always do this?" She whispers, her voice breaking, but her gaze is filled with pain.

Before you can respond, Katniss is there. She had been watching quietly from the kitchen doorway, her face tense.

“Meadow!” She says sharply, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. She strides forward, placing herself between you and Willow, her eyes blazing.

"You don’t hit your sister. Ever." Katniss’s voice is low but filled with authority, her protective instincts flaring. She looks directly at you, her expression fierce, but there's hurt in her eyes too. "I don’t care how angry you are, that’s not how we handle things."