Chapter 2 - Barbara Picks Herself Up And Scornfully Fixes Her Suit
The heavy clatter of the broken patio chair echoed sharply against the white wooden pillars of the suburban back porch.
Barbara Sterling pushed herself up from the wooden deck boards, her crisp white pantsuit stained with dust and splinters.
Her perfectly styled silver hair remained rigidly in place, though her face was twisted into an ugly mask of wounded arrogance.
She smoothed down the lapels of her jacket with trembling, manicured fingers, refusing to show a shred of genuine remorse.
“You have completely lost your mind, Sarah! Assaulting your own elder in broad daylight!” Barbara hissed through gritted teeth.
Sarah ignored the older woman entirely, her focus locked completely on her terrified, trembling six-year-old daughter.
Mark stood frozen near the screen door, his navy blue polo shirt damp with nervous sweat as his eyes darted back and forth.
“Sarah… please, let’s just lower our voices and talk about this inside like civilized adults,” Mark stammered weakly.
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“Shut your mouth, Mark,” Sarah snapped, her voice carrying the chilling authority of a loaded weapon.
“You watched your own mother tie our daughter up with rope and duct tape, and you didn't lift a finger.”
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