My Mother-in-Law Staged a Funeral to Steal the Company — She Invited the Press to Watch, and Recorded Her Own Confession
I had punished him for it.
And now his was the voice on the other side of the door that stood between my children and death.
“Get back from the interior wall, Clara!” he shouted.
“Get as far back as you can!” And then I heard, impossibly, the roar of a heavy diesel engine, and I understood that Marcus had found a forklift.
Chapter 7 — Two Hearts
The forklift hit the door once, and the frame buckled.