When I reached the car, the sun was beginning to set. Cedric hadn’t followed me, but Essie was waiting for my arrival. I trembled violently as I told her about my interaction with the man and my cruel behavior. Despite my protests, she insisted we gather the entire family and go.
By the time we arrived home, my father was fuming. He slammed the car door and stormed into the house. At first, I wasn’t sure if he was angry with me or Cedric.
Once inside, Essie ushered the children away. They made themselves scarce as I settled into one of the comfortable chairs in the living room. I quietly watched my father pace, back and forth.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked.
“No. If anyone was hurt, it was him,” I said, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
“I’m going to deal with him, once and for all,” my f
