He Locked Our Daughter in the Trunk

When the car pulled into the rest stop, I thought Ethan was just going to buy a pack of cigarettes.

I never expected him to yank open the back door and scoop up our daughter.

I tried to stop him. "Emma's asleep. Don't wake her."

Then Rachel got in the car holding her daughter, flashing me a smile.

"Sophia, would you mind? I'm sitting in the middle."

I froze. "What are you doing?"

Ethan returned to the driver's seat and started the car.

"Emma has asthma. Can't let her infect Rachel's kid. They can't sit together."

"So what?" I asked.

"So Emma goes in the trunk."