Emily stood beside me, barefoot on the polished floor, my coat wrapped tightly around her.
Jason recovered first.
“What’s happening?” he asked, irritation replacing concern.
“You’re making a scene.”
I straightened.
“No,” I said evenly.
“I’m stopping one.”
His mother frowned, folding her hands.
“She was disrespectful,” she said.
“We’re teaching her boundaries.”
Emily’s grip tightened around my hand.
“She corrected a fact,” I replied.
“You punished her like a child.”
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