“Grandpa Richard.”
PART 2
The words hit me like a punch.
Richard was Meredith’s father. I had always considered him arrogant and controlling, but never capable of something like this.
At least, not until that moment.
“When we visit every Saturday,” Chloe explained, struggling through tears, “he says it’s discipline. He says I ask too many questions and don’t sit still enough.”
She wiped her eyes.
“Grandma just watches.”
Every word made me sicker.
I pulled her into my arms.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered.
For several seconds, she cried against my shoulder. Then she pulled back and looked at me with an expression even more heartbreaking than before.
“Dad, there’s something else.”
“What is it?”
“Mom knows.”
