Chapter 7 - The Dramatic Version

Years later, people still told the dramatic version.
The luxury living room.
The cream sofa.
The daylight.
Rebecca holding Emma against her chest, one hand guarding her pregnant belly.
Trevor storming forward.
You made me do this!
The fast strike.
Rebecca turning her shoulder to protect the toddler.
Emma screaming.
Rebecca whispering, Emma, look at Mommy—don’t look at him.
Trevor raising his fist again.
You’ll learn your place.
The front door opening.
Charles Whitmore in the doorway.
Step away from my daughter.
His hand catching Trevor’s wrist before the second blow.
The security chief holding up the active recording.
This house belongs to her trust—and your assault is already recorded.
May you like
It sounded like revenge.
And yes, part of it was.