The Call That Changed Everything
Later that morning, Dale’s phone rang.
Mason.
Dale put it on speaker.
“Where is she?” my son’s voice snapped. “I want to talk to my mother!”
“Mr. Turner,” Dale replied evenly. “Mrs. Baker is safe. She has chosen not to speak with you.”
“This is insane! You’re kidnapping her! She’s confused!”
My chest tightened — then something unexpected happened.
I heard my own voice, clear and steady.
“I am not confused, Mason.”
Silence.
“Mom?”
“You stood there,” I said. “While your wife told me I was useless.”
“You agreed.”
He tried to scramble backward through excuses.
Stress. Miscommunication. She didn’t mean it.
“No,” I said. “You meant it. You treated me like furniture.”
“I’m done being furniture.”
Dale cut in, voice calm and lethal.
“You have ten days to return Mrs. Baker’s funds. Do not test me.”
The call ended.
The room went quiet.
Dale looked at me and softened.
“You did good,” he said.
I swallowed hard.
“I feel sad,” I admitted.
“That’s normal,” he replied. “But you’re free.”
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