"We will do it. We have agreed to do whatever it is you guys want. Just please don't hurt my son!"
I knew my words hurt him. I could see in his eyes how deeply hurt he was but I had to choose and I chose my son.
"We could have called the police!" Richard said in a low but harsh tone. I could hear the gravity in his voice and that breaks my heart but I was a mother regardless.
"You heard them plainly tell us not to come with a single one!" I said back to him with the same tone he spoke with.
"Can you fucking trust me for once? You're driving me nuts and messing with my head by not trusting me, by not even giving me a chance to prove exactly how important this family is to me! You fucking driving me crazy!" he yelled, pulling over.
I cried out feeling really bad and sad at the same time.