“Come now. To my daughter’s house.”
My voice was calm.
Inside, I was shaking.
I ended the call and returned to the kitchen.
Nothing had changed.
Mark had sat back down.
Eleanor continued eating.
I showed up at my daughter’s house unannounced and found her trembling as her husband and mother-in-law tore her down — so I made one phone call, and minutes later the one man they feared most stepped through the door.
