Her heavy body pinned me down, her face twisted in a triumphant sneer.
“Why are you running? Let your son train! We’re doing this for his own good!”
She sneered, digging her nails deeper into my skin until I almost cried out.
Emma saw me pinned down and began sobbing, his voice breaking.
“Mom!”
“Mom, help me… I… I can’t breathe…”
His steps faltered, and he nearly fell. The Rottweiler lunged closer, its snapping jaws drawing a cheer from the crowd.
I struggled with all my strength, but the woman holding me down was stronger.
Mrs. Brown stood, her expensive stiletto heel grinding down onto the back of my hand.
She twisted it cruelly, a smirk curling her lips.
“Mrs. Foster, I warned you in the Parent Group Chat, didn’t I?”
“I told you to discipline your son. You wouldn’t listen. Now look where we are. Too late to regret it.”
The pain shot up my arm, but it was nothing compared to the agony tearing through my chest.
Tears slid down my face.
“Mrs. Brown, I was wrong. I was foolish. Please, let Emma go. He just had heart surgery three months ago—his heart could stop at any moment!”
Ms. Collins stepped forward, her cheek still red from my slap, and spoke solemnly as if she were the voice of reason.