For a few minutes, we were the only ones making noise—the hum of the engine, some light music, and the distant pitter-patter of rain.
Finally, my Dad spoke up. “That boy’s got some serious issues. He knows better than to push you around like that.”
I felt a pang of sadness at the thought of Daniel’s actions. “I know, Dad. It’s just… sometimes I feel like he doesn’t care about me or my feelings.”
My Dad put a hand on my knee. “You’re worth so much more than this, Mary. Don’t let him dim your light.”
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His remarks made me grin a little as I felt a wave of peace pass over me.
We arrived home, and Dad opened the door. “Let’s get you inside and settled. We’ll deal with Daniel later.”
The full effect of Daniel’s actions dawned on me in the stillness of the night. It was a calculated attempt to scare me, and not only because I was pregnant. It wasn’t a joke.
