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

” he said, “you’ve confused control with responsibility.”

Patricia’s cheeks reddened. “I will call the police. I will tell them you’re kidnapping—”

Dad held up his phone. “Go ahead. I’ll tell them you took property that wasn’t yours and threatened CPS to coerce a mother into compliance. I have witnesses and I have messages. And I have a daughter who continue reading …