Sam
My blood pressure was at an all-time high because all I could think about was the many ways I was going to snap Andrew Stephenson in half. I warned him what would happen if he broke my daughter's heart and he swore to me that he'd never do it. Now Andrew is going to learn what it means to break a promise. Did this kid not realise that who he was dealing with? I could tear his smug head from his shoulders and mount it to the wall above the fire, sending a warning to all other boys who dared to do the same to my precious baby.
I was livid, my rage building with every waking minute that passed, my brain coming up with new and wonderful ways in which I could extract my revenge on the kid. The entire drive home from the hospital, I'd managed, somehow, to push my anger down, wanting to hid
