My Daughter Called Me From A Hospital Bed

Russ was already dialing a number on his phone, his facade of smug superiority cracking with every digit he pressed.

Only Gayle maintained a sliver of her composure, shooting me a look of pure hatred as she was escorted away. A look that said, This isn’t over.

I just held her gaze until she was gone. Then I turned my full attention back to my daughter.continue reading …