Matthew slipped his phone back into his pocket, the recording still saved.
“I’ve already contacted a lawyer,” he added. “And the police. What you did today? Forcing a post-surgery patient out, physical assault, negligence…”
He let the words hang.
“You should start thinking about what you’re going to say when they ask why.”
My father’s confidence collapsed right there on the sidewalk.
Danielle looked like she might cry.
My mother just stood frozen.
Because for the first time…
They weren’t in control.
Matthew turned back to me.
