My dad saw me limping down the street with my baby and groceries and asked, “Where’s your car?” When I whispered, “His mom took it… said I’m lucky they let me stay,” Dad didn’t argue. He opened the door and said, “Get in. We’re fixing this tonight
Dad’s gaze snapped to Derek. “Do you agree with that.”
Derek hesitated. Just a fraction of a second.
But that fraction was everything.
Dad nodded once, as if a decision clicked into place. “Lauren,” he said without looking away from Derek, “go pack essentials. Documents. Medicine. Evan’s things. We’re leaving tonight.”
