I glanced up. Her lips pressed tighter.
“Help is already en route,” Grant said.
My heart jolted. “How—”
“I made a call,” he said. “Two, actually.”
Cole’s cheeks reddened. “You called the cops?”
“I called emergency services,” Grant corrected softly. “And I called people whose job is to respond when someone decides they can trap my daughter in a kitchen.”
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