His Threat, Her Silent Strength

ustom-made graduation gown for my little sister, Emily. It wasn't just fabric and thread, it was a symbol. Emily was the first in our family to ever go t

our later. It was from the vendor, an o

risk area. We require an additional

lies. I'd never had a package lost, let alone flag

that's fine. How

nstant, but it was

know your type. You order expensive stuff, t

ting to beat a little faster. This ha

rs feeling clumsy. "I'm happy to pay the insurance. I just want t

ame back made my

pay for this. I've seen it a hundred times. You people are all the same, always l

my back. He didn't know me, but he was using my profession, my life's work, to insult me. The

o stay professional, to de-esc

e gown with my credit card. There is no scam. All I want is the pr

re was none. The status just said "Order Confirmed." He hadn't even shipped it yet. Th

, Mark, re

ol. I'm not sending a damn thing until you learn some respect. I'm

wn number. I hesitated, then a

iller?" a man's voice snarled

nd I'm not a scammer. You have my money. You ha

w who you're messing with. I have your address. I have your name. I know where you live. Mayb

ice dispute. This was something else entirely, something dangerous. My hand tr

me?" I asked, my voic

se," he spat. "You'll be sorry y

ecording I had just made. For a moment, I thought that was it. He had vented, made his threats, and now

It was just t