Lois had two sons—Daniel in the city, and Ryan, the younger one, who'd never held a job in his life and still lived with her in the countryside. She'd always poured everything she had into Ryan's family, money and labor both. Once Ryan married, she'd taken over raising his boy herself, her precious first grandson, with her own two hands.
Six years I'd been married into that family. Because I gave birth to a girl, Lois had never once come to see Rose.
Ryan's son was four years old. The same age as Rose.
Bryce Cox had been spoiled since birth—a little tyrant who terrorized the village and answered to no one.
Daniel's mother was the kind of woman who believed sons were gold and daughters were dust, and she took her grandson's side in everything.
If Daniel had brought Rose there, there was no chance she wasn't being bullied.
The thought hit me like ice water. I called my brother immediately, told him to get to the countryside as fast as he could.
The second I hung up, I floored the gas. I would have flown there if I could.
It was already dark by the time I arrived.
The car barely stopped before I unbuckled my seatbelt and ran toward the courtyard.