Chapter 2 - The Stepmother Scrambles To Justify Her Actions
Elena stood frozen on the sunlit concrete path, her crimson red silk blouse catching the harsh afternoon glare.
Her sleek dark hair, pulled back tightly into a severe bun, remained unruffled despite the sudden escalation of tension.
She raised both hands in an exaggerated gesture of total innocence, her facial features contorting into a mask of manufactured panic.
“I didn’t push her, David! She lost her balance while trying to turn the tricycle too fast!” Elena protested with trembling breath.
David did not even blink, his muscular frame shielding his crying daughter as his jaw tightened into a rigid line of ice.
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The small black tricycle lay abandoned on the grass nearby, its plastic wheels spinning slowly in the warm breeze.
Little Chloe buried her tear-stained face deeper into her father’s navy blue shirt, her tiny frame shivering with residual shock.
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