“This is my family,” he snapped, stepping closer. “You have no right—”
I really didn't want to do this, help her, but the child deserves none of this, so despite myself I said “That’s my sister,” cutting him off, “and my nephew. And I have every right to interfere.”
Pamela gasped behind me.
“So what?” Alan scoffed. “You’re going to hit me?”
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I turned to Pamela. “Get up.”
She rose immediately, adjusting her son in trembling arms.
I faced Alan again, lowering my voice. “Be very careful who you send to torment me. Use anyone else—but never them.”
His confidence cracked.
I took Pamela by the arm and guided her away, ignoring the way her head turned back toward him.
“Thank you,” she whispered once we were out of sight.
Everything suddenly made sense—her in
