He stood there in the hallway, staring at the floor.
“Derek!” I screamed. “Your daughter is freezing! Do something!”
He looked up for one second.
Then he looked at Travis.
Then at his mother.
And then back down.
He said nothing.
He chose them.
That was the moment something inside me cracked.
Travis leaned closer to the glass, his breath fogging it.
“Go find a shelter, Nurse Ratchet. Maybe work an extra shift.”
“Please,” I begged, hating myself for it. “Let Josie in. Lock me out if you want, but let her in.”
That’s when he shouted the words I will never forget.
“Freeze to death, useless coward. No girls allowed tonight.”
Then he slammed the window shut.
I saw him turn around and high-five my husband.
I saw my mother-in-law laughing.
I stood there for maybe thirty seconds.
My phone battery was almost dead.
The gas tank was low.
The wind was brutal.
I could have smashed the window. I could have kicked in the door. I could have called the police right then.
But Josie was crying so hard her whole body shook.
“Mommy, my toes hurt,” she sobbed.
And I knew if I stood there any longer—arguing, waiting, begging—my daughter could be in real danger.
I looked at the house.
The house my father had left me.
