Chapter 5 - Returning Home To Comfort A Terrified Young Daughter
The kitchen light was burning brightly when I pulled my truck into the suburban driveway.
My wife stood by the counter, wringing her hands anxiously while waiting for news of my confrontation.
“Did you find him? Did you do something reckless?” she asked immediately, stepping forward as I walked inside.
“I had a brief conversation with Dustin, and I guarantee he won't be bothering Marcy again,” I replied calmly.
Upstairs, the bedroom door creaked open, and Marcy peeked out into the hallway with tear-stained cheeks.
She walked slowly down the stairs, wearing an oversized hoodie that swallowed her slight, bruised frame.
“Dad... please tell me you didn't go to his gym,” she whispered, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
I walked over, wrapping my strong arms around her and holding her tighter than I had in years.
“You are safe now, sweetheart. Nobody will ever lay another finger on you again, I promise,” I reassured her.
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She buried her face in my shoulder, finally letting out the breath she had been holding for months.
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