ready there, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and fury. Her father, a real estate mogul from Boca Rat

saw me, she w

d, her voice dri

out and slapped me across the face

tears of rage streaming down her perfectly made-up face. "You're t

just stood there, the sting on my cheek a dull

wn," a large security guard

d, pointing a trembling, manicur

g something about causing a scene. He looked at me with pur

double doors, a clipboard in her hand. S

said, addressing Chloe's pa

ade again. "Doctor, you need to have him arreste

adable. "Ma'am, I've spoken to your daughter.

letting her

ed that the injury likely occurred during... 'strenuous

y agape. Her father's face went from red to a pasty white. The accusation, the

e, a flicker of understanding,

g her to a private room. You c

fication. Her father couldn't even look at me. The truth, delivered by a calm, authoritative third pa