Caleb's Echo: A Mother's Fury

driver's seat stared

medical emergency.

his voice smug. "All commercia

such fee. This was pure extortion, a scheme cooked up by him and his nephew, Wesley,

h!" I begged, rushing to the

ooked at the paramedic.

ation and helplessness. He couldn't leave the vehicle

y phone again, the screen blurry through my tears. I f

00.

e, savoring his power. Then he turne

pologize," he said, his

ha

ty operations. You upset the guests. Apologi

watching. No one stepped in. No

e getting weaker.

rds tasting like ash in my mouth

mphant, cruel express

t, loaded Caleb onto a gurney, and got him inside. I tried to cl

ud rip. I stumbled backwa

as B

up a bottle of our most expensive wine, a Château Starlight

nted it on me wh

. "We have a thief! Trying to steal from the vineyard that so graciously lets h

ing from passive observation to susp

high-pitched, steady t

art mo

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y body. I scrambled to my feet, shoved Barney Fowler aside with a for

d at the driver

hed forward, leavi