Caitlin’s slap never landed on Howard’s face. Instead, as he raised his small, defiant face to the angry woman, his tears welled up when he spotted Caitlin.
His mom was here! Mom was here!
The sight of Caitlin gave him a surge of hope, but it also unleashed the pent-up sadness he had been holding inside.
“Who are you? Why are you grabbing me?” snapped Mrs. Gray, struggling to pull her wrist free.
Caitlin had arrived late due to traffic but never expected to witness such a scene. Seeing her son being insulted and nearly struck, a storm of rage erupted in her heart.
This woman and her child dared to bully her son? Fine. They would soon learn the consequences of crossing Caitlin.
“So, you want to hit my son? Let’s see who dares lay a hand on him!” Caitlin’s cold, cutting glare made Mrs.
