Ursula:
"Why didn't you believe my daughter?" I asked McQuoid, holding back the storm that had been building inside me.
I had enough. I stayed quiet, followed all the rules, only to find out that my daughter had been tortured over and over again.
"Ursula, it's not about trusting her words. I can't do anything in this case without evidence. The council will ask for proof. There's no DNA test, no witness, no one, and nothing to support her claims. How can you expect us to file a complaint and win? They will tear Helanie and her character apart in this case," he argued, pacing from one corner of the room to the other.
I couldn't sit in front of him and keep my emotions in check. I jumped up and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Once in front of the mirror, with my hands on the sink, I broke down.
"I can't take it anymore," I cried out, tightening my grip on the basin.
My reflection looked terrifying.
