“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.
Gabriel weighed his words with extreme care.
“They think your physical injury gives them the perfect in,” Gabriel said.
“You are in the hospital.
You are in great pain.
You cannot go back to your home.
“If they get temporary custody of Maya now they get total control of you.”
For what?
Control.” I shoved.