“You’ll pay for this,” she murmurs, almost like a curse, staring directly at Ryan.
“Maybe. But not today. Today, you’re the one who’s going to pay,” Ryan says, with a dangerous calm.
I remain on the sidelines, but inside I’m burning with a need for justice.
“And now what?” I asked, looking at Ryan. “What are you going to do with them?”
“The police are already on their way,” he replies, turning to me. “But I wanted you to know.”
I remain silent. I look at Blake, then at the other man, who stays quiet, staring at the floor as if he couldn’t bear the weight of what he did.
“Who is he?” I asked, pointing at him.
“His name is Joshua. He’s Blake’s former coach and ex-lover.” The thought of that man nearly harming my daughter makes my stomach churn.
“Why?” I asked, this time looking direc
