MARIA POV
"I'm on my way, Philip," I said to him over the phone and found the same words playing in my mind as I ended the call, with anticipation running through my veins like an unstoppable river.
Then I looked at my mother and said, "Mom, I am going to Philip's house." I was unwavering. In one swift motion, I got up from my chair as my mind began running ahead of me with thoughts of the impending confrontation that awaited me.
My mother then suddenly spoke; her soft voice reminded me of the issue at hand. "Alright, dear, but remember that his company is not his own; it belongs to his grandfather, which may seriously impact the way you deal with him," she said cautioning.
I let those words sink in-the frustration, the anger, the deep-seated desire for justice-and I nodded slowly. "Yo
