“My child.” He leaned in close, his cologne suffocating me. “And if you get in my way again, I’ll burn your shop to the ground — legally. I know people. You’ll be out of business by Monday, shoemaker.”
I clenched my jaw. The threat felt very real, but I wouldn’t let him take my daughter. It was time to put my plan into action.
I turned my head slightly to speak over my shoulder. “Grace, honey, go get my phone and the black folder on my desk.”
It was time to put my plan into action.
She blinked, confused and teary. “What? Why?”
“Trust me.”
She hesitated for only a second, then ran toward my little workshop.
Chase laughed. “Calling the cops? Adorable. You think the world will take YOUR side over MINE? I’m Chase, pal. I AM the world.”
I smiled then. “Oh, I don’t plan to call the cops.”
She hesitated for only a second.
