Chapter 1
My four-year-old daughter was crying from hunger when her grandmother threw a plate of noodles into her face.
“Begging children don’t eat,” Diane snapped.
Lily screamed as hot sauce splashed across her dress.
Her seven-year-old brother, Ethan, jumped from his chair and wrapped both arms around her.
“Don’t touch my sister!”
Diane grabbed another plate.
She lifted it over Ethan’s head.
That was when I entered the kitchen.
For one second, I couldn’t understand what I was seeing.
Lily was shaking.
Her cheeks were wet.
Noodles hung from the front of her little yellow dress.
Ethan stood between her and Diane like he believed his tiny body could protect his sister.
And Diane?
She looked annoyed.
Not ashamed.
Not frightened.
Annoyed.
I crossed the kitchen before she could move.
I knocked the plate from her hand.
It crashed into the sink.
Then I slapped her hard and shoved her away from my children.
“You starved my daughter in my house.”
Diane grabbed the counter.
“Emily, have you lost your mind?”
“Have I?”
“She was being spoiled!”
“She’s four!”
“She refused her lunch.”
Lily’s crying became louder.
Ethan looked at me.
“No, Mom.”
Something in his voice stopped me.
“What?”
His face went pale.
“Grandma didn’t give Lily lunch.”
Diane spun toward him.
“You little liar.”
I stepped between them.
“Don’t speak to him.”
Ethan grabbed my shirt.
“She didn’t give us breakfast either.”
My stomach dropped.
I had left before sunrise for a double shift at the hospital.
My husband, Ryan, was away on a three-day business trip.
Diane had volunteered to stay with the kids.
She had smiled when she told me not to worry.
Family takes care of family, she had said.
I looked at the kitchen table.
There were dirty plates.
Wine glasses.
A takeout bag from an expensive Italian restaurant.
“You ate?”
Diane crossed her arms.
“Of course I ate.”
“And my children?”
“They needed discipline.”
Lily whispered, “Mommy, my tummy hurts.”
That was enough.
I picked Lily up.
She felt frighteningly light in my arms.
“Ethan, get your shoes.”
Diane laughed.
“You’re being dramatic.”
I walked upstairs, pulled her suitcase from the guest room, and threw everything I could find inside.
Diane followed me.
“You cannot throw me out of my son’s house.”
“Watch me.”
“This is Ryan’s house too.”
“And those are Ryan’s children.”
I dragged the suitcase downstairs.
Diane blocked the front door.
“You’ll regret humiliating me.”
I opened it.
“No. You’ll regret hurting them.”
I pushed her suitcase onto the porch.
Then I locked the door.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Then Diane started pounding from outside.
“Emily!”
I ignored her.
I cleaned Lily’s face.
I made both children sandwiches.
They ate so quickly that I had to tell them to slow down.
That was when Ethan suddenly stopped chewing.
His eyes moved toward the hallway.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Grandma said Dad knows.”
My hand froze.
“Knows what?”
Ethan lowered his voice.
“That we have to learn how to obey her.”
A cold feeling spread through my chest.
“Did Dad tell her that?”
“I don’t know.”
Then my phone rang.
Ryan.
I answered immediately.
Before I could speak, he shouted.
“What did you do to my mother?”
I looked at my hungry children.
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And suddenly, the problem standing outside my door felt much smaller than the one on the phone.
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