A Woman Shoved My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Down a Hotel Staircase—Then My Child Said the Mother We Buried Was Still Alive
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Chapter 4 - I did not hit Delphine again
The old version of me would have.
I had spent most of my adult life being feared.
That kind of power is addictive because it produces fast answers.
Bad answers too.
People say whatever ends danger.
So when Delphine threatened Rosie with information about Vivienne, I stopped.
Called police.
Called my attorney.
Had hotel security preserve footage.
No private room.
No threats.
No men with guns asking questions.
Delphine looked shocked.
“You’re really turning this over to police?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve changed.”
“No.”
I looked toward Rosie.
May you like
“I have priorities.”
That was closer to truth.
