“She locked my daughter in the garage with a steel padlock,” I said, leaning closer to the phone on the table.

“Mr.

Morales, I understand you’re upset,” Mr.

Vance replied without raising his voice.

“However, a public record of this kind serves no one, least of all young Lily.”

“What are you asking for?” Mariana asked.

“Simply that we handle all the medical costs and any adjustments within the household,” Mr.

Vance said.