"No, she just... scared me a lot. She said I was an ungrateful child and that she would be my mother whether I wanted it or not." Her eyes filled with tears again. "But I didn't want to go, mommy. I just wanted you to come."
My chest tightens. It's an awkward position in the car, but I squeeze her hand tenderly.
"You did well, darling. I'm very proud of you. She won't hurt you, I promise."
Dylan grips the steering wheel with his knuckles turning white. He says nothing, but his silence speaks for him. He's as furious as I am... or even more.
When we get home, Candace goes to her room, gets into bed, and almost immediately falls asleep. It seems her stress level has ended, and now she's exhausted from the scare. I covered her with a blanket and sat next to her, stroking her hair.
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