When He Tried to Take Her Back
I slowly straightened, letting my full height register. Maya clung to my leg like it was her last anchor.
The man stepped forward, forcing a smile.
“There you are, sweetheart,” he said, his voice tight. “You scared your uncle half to death.”
My jaw set.
“She doesn’t look happy to see you,” I said evenly.
He gave a nervous chuckle. “Her mom isn’t feeling well. It’s been a long day. I’ll take her now.”
He reached out.
Maya pressed her face into my leg.
“Stay where you are,” I said.
His smile dropped. “Mind your business.”
“She says you hurt her mother,” I replied calmly.
Panic flickered in his eyes—then anger took its place.
People were starting to stare. Unease rippled through the aisle.
I bent down to Maya.
We’re walking to the front. Stay with me.
We moved.
