Chapter 9 - The Checkbook
Evelyn stared at the cell phone in Barbara’s hand. The older woman was hyperventilating, realizing that her quiet, submissive daughter was completely gone, replaced by a fiercely protective mother who held all the cards.
"You wouldn't dare," Evelyn hissed, though her voice shook with genuine terror. "You would ruin our reputation."
Barbara’s thumb hovered directly over the keypad. "Try me."
The room was dead silent. Clara looked at her mother in sheer panic, terrified that the police would actually show up and humiliate them in front of the entire neighborhood.
"Mom, just pay her!" Clara yelled, entirely throwing her mother under the bus to save her own skin.
Defeated, humiliated, and trembling with rage, Evelyn slowly opened the drawer of the side table. She pulled out her leather checkbook. With a shaking hand, she quickly wrote out a check for five hundred dollars and practically threw it across the room. It fluttered to the floor near Barbara’s boots.
Barbara didn't bend down to pick it up. She kept her eyes locked on her mother.
"Pick it up and hand it to me," Barbara commanded.
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Evelyn gasped, insulted to her core. But when Barbara tapped the screen of her phone, Evelyn broke. The arrogant matriarch slowly got up, picked the check off the floor, and handed it to her daughter.
👉 What will Barbara do with her daughter now that she has taken back what is rightfully theirs?
