“Oh, please,” Serena scoffed, inspecting her car. “She’s fine. Kids bounce.”
“Kids bounce?” I echoed, disbelief twisting into fury. “She needs a hospital!”
My mother crossed her arms. “This is your fault, Corey. You never watch her properly.”
Serena turned on me, her voice rising. “You owe me for this damage. Do you know how much this car costs?”
My pulse was hammering in my ears. I wanted to scream, to shake them, to make them see what was happening—but I couldn’t move, terrified to let go of Zara’s hand.
That’s when Quinn came out from behind the house. He stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the scene—Zara unconscious in my arms, Serena still shouting, my parents standing uselessly behind her.
His voice was calm, too calm. “What happened?”
Serena pointed at me. “Your wife can’t control her kid. She—”
Quinn didn’t let her finish. He walked straight up to her, his jaw tight. “You hit our daughter.”
“It was an accident!” she snapped.
