“Mommy, don’t go! Daddy’s gonna have people kidnap me tonight! They’re gonna break my legs and cut out my tongue! He's going to kill me!”
Naomi shot me a look so sharp it could’ve cut through bone.
“No!” I held my hands up. “That’s not true. If you don’t believe me, I’ll call the police right now.”
She snatched the phone from my hand, seething.
“What, you want to air our dirty laundry? Ruin our daughter’s reputation for the world to see?” she spat. “Or do you want everyone to find out what you forced her to do?!”
Then she turned to our daughter.
“Zelene, Grandma and Grandpa will stay with you tonight. If he so much as touches you, Mommy will come back and end him.”
By now, her parents had calmed down a bit.
“Naomi, let’s think about this,” her mother said gently. “What kind of father would hurt his own child?”
Her father nodded and added, “Don’t forget that when you were giving birth, the doctors thought both of you might not make it. But Garth swore he’d give his life to save you two. Zelene is his heart and soul. There’s no way he’d hurt her."
Her mother also suggested, "Maybe those photos and videos really are some kind of misunderstanding. Isn’t AI editing all the rage now?”