Chapter 2 - Confronting The Stepmother On The Front Porch
The cold autumn wind whipped across the manicured lawn of our suburban Chicago home, but I felt no chill.
My trembling arms were wrapped tightly around my shivering six-year-old daughter, Lily, who buried her tear-stained face in my neck.
Standing on the front porch with her arms crossed over a designer sweater was Victoria, my ex-husband’s new wife.
Her face bore an expression of cold, unbothered annoyance, as if she had simply misplaced a piece of household furniture.
“You are making a dramatic scene over nothing, Clara,” Victoria sneered, stepping closer with her chin raised.
“She refused to finish her dinner and threw a tantrum; locking her outside for ten minutes builds character and discipline.”
I stared at the woman I had trusted to share a home with my child, my blood boiling with white-hot fury.
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“Discipline? She is six years old, barefoot in October, and terrified out of her mind!” I shouted back.
Victoria rolled her eyes and turned toward the open front door where my ex-husband, Marcus, stood silently in the foyer.
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