“He’s a child,” I shot back. “Not your hired help.”
Jessica crossed her arms. “If he’s old enough to understand instructions, he’s old enough to understand consequences.”
I felt my hands shaking.
“Consequences?” I said slowly. “Four hours in the cold? No coat thick enough, no food, no water?”
Michael avoided my eyes.
That hurt more than anything.
“You knew?” I asked him quietly.
He hesitated. “Jess said she had it handled.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Handled? He could’ve gotten hypothermia.”
One of the guests awkwardly grabbed her purse. Another stared down at his plate. Nobody wanted to be part of this anymore.
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