Difficult Decisions
His words made the maid’s blood run cold. The trembling child clung to her tightly.
“It’s all right, little one. I’ve got you. You’ll never have to carry anything for him again,” the maid whispered.
Mr. Hargrove took a step closer. “Step away from her. She’s my responsibility, not yours.”
The maid lifted her chin. “No. My job is to protect her — and you’re hurting her.”
He sneered. “And what will you do? Call my wife? She won’t believe you.”
The girl tugged at the maid’s skirt, her voice barely a whisper. “Please… don’t go.”
That was all the maid needed. Her hands shaking, she pulled her phone from her apron pocket and dialed the police.
