“That’s how it’s done!” she said, smiling with pride. “She needs to learn her place.”
Tears filled Emily’s eyes. She looked at me, not like a grown woman asking for help, but like the little girl who used to run into my arms after nightmares. Divorcerecovery program
Something inside me turned cold.
I stood up slowly.
Brent looked at me with lazy amusement. “Sit down, Linda.”
I reached into my purse, took out my phone, and set it on the table.
Then I said, loud enough for every person in that restaurant to hear, “Let go of my daughter, or the next voice you hear will be the police dispatcher listening to me report an assault in progress.” Restaurantreservation service
Brent laughed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
I tapped the screen.
“911, what is your emergency?”
