Jenna lunged forward. “What are you doing?”
“What you should have feared from the start.”
Eric stepped between us, stunned. “Mom, wait—”
“No.” I held his gaze. “Your son came to my house shaking. He said you left him locked in a car while you sat in a restaurant and ignored him when he panicked. Tonight this stops being a family argument and becomes a matter of record.”
The dispatcher answered.
I gave the address, my name, and said clearly, “I am reporting child neglect. An eight-year-old boy was left alone in a parked vehicle for approximately two hours while his parents dined inside a restaurant. The child is present. So are both parents.”
Jenna knocked the phone from my hand.
It hit the tile and slid under the table.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then Owen flinched so hard he backed into the doorway.
