at on a splintered park bench, a small smile on her face as she watched Leo s

moment

her overweight son, Dustin, in tow. Tammy's eyes landed

ing to let Tammy poison t

making, shoved a little girl out o

fender of justic

ld wait y

rd. Leo stumbled backward and fell, his knee scraping against

d with tears, bu

ed, replaced by a cold stillness.

out, folding her arms, a smug look on her

ordering the park. In the back seat, Eleanor Carlisle, a woman whose posture and prese

ide Leo, checking his bleeding knee

height and the sudden ice in her eyes m

voice was quiet, but it car

. And apologi

ther for support. Bolstered by her presen

hink you are, ordering my boy around? He's an unwanted

e sudden quiet of the

ors had stopped to watch, thei

rlisle's brow furrowed. Th

dead cold. The time

's wrist. A slight, expert twist of pressure. The boy

Britta with her nails out, aiming fo

d motion, used a simple joint lock to twist it behind her back. Tammy, fi

nt silent.

ling in pain and fury,

surprise, which quickly morphed into a loo

iver. "Find out who that wo

handed it to Leo. She looked down

or anyone in your family ever lays a hand on my son again, or

stumbled away, her face

res of everyone around them, she walked away fro

y a wave of awe and absolute security. His

ed them go. A slow, thoughtfu

ng. Very i

truggle. But more than that, she s

hat her s