A Stranger Grabbed My Wrist on a Dark Street – His Next Sentence Made My Knees Buckle

Lily let out a soft whimper and buried her face in my neck.

My hand was already at my keys, fumbling.

Frank stepped closer, and I flinched!

“You’re always working,” he said bitterly. “You’re barely home. You think dragging her around in the cold every night is good parenting?”

My chest tightened.

He knew exactly where to hit.

“I’m doing my best,” I said, barely above a whisper. “Better than you.”

His face twisted, something dark passing through his eyes — a familiar storm that always came right before he said something cruel or reckless.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” he said, stepping forward again.

That’s when it happened.

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