Daniel stepped forward and shoved me.
"Evelyn, have you lost your mind!"
"Bryce is only four! How could you use that kind of force on a child?"
I knocked his hand away so hard my palm stung. I wanted to tear him apart.
"Daniel, are you even human? She's your daughter—your blood! She was crying for you and you just sat there!"
"Bryce is only four? Rose is four too! You watched him do that to her and didn't move?"
"If Rose is hurt because of this, I swear to God your family will answer for it!"
His mother, satisfied Bryce was fine, strode over to me.
"Oh, you can't compare that. They're children—they shove, they scuffle, that's what kids do. What business does a grown-up have jumping in?"
"You're a grown woman. How could you put your hands on a child?"
"The day this family married you was the day our luck turned. Can't even bear a son, and now you want to hurt my grandson too?"
Daniel's brother sauntered over to Daniel's side, picking his teeth.
"Bro, this wife of yours is something else. Look at that face—ready to bite someone's head off. She's gonna be walking all over you any day now."