“I pay taxes in this county!

You have no right to touch me!”

Elena stepped up beside me and held the automatic door open with her arm so we could watch them move down the long corridor.

“She’s completely lost her mind,” my mother shouted, turning her head back toward the glass doors as the second guard grabbed her other sleeve.

“She’s been lying about me since she was a little girl!”

Brooklyn hid her eyes against my sweater, her small body shivering against my leg.