Chapter 3: The Breaking Point
The next morning, everything changed.
Toby played in the shallow pool.
Frank approached. “Take those floaties off.”
“I can’t swim yet…”
“Nonsense.”
Before I could react, he ripped them off and threw Toby into the deep end.
Toby panicked. Struggled. Sank.
Frank laughed. “Kick!”
Mark watched, amused. Beatrice filmed.
My son was drowning.
I jumped in. Pulled him out. He clung to me, coughing.
“You ruined it!” Frank shouted.
“He was drowning!”
“He’s fine,” Mark said.
Something inside me snapped—quietly, completely.
I stood up, soaked, holding Toby’s hand.
For the first time, I felt in control.
I pulled out my phone.
“Julian. Bring security.”
Mark laughed. “Ordering drinks?”
I stared at him.
“No. I’m taking out the trash.”
Chapter 4: The Truth Revealed
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