Abigail stepped out of Ulrick's building, her mind still preoccupied, only to be startled by the sight of her parents standing stiffly in front of a van. “Mom? Dad?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and unease. Her parents, upon seeing her, wasted no time and approached her with determined strides.
“Wait, you're hurting me!” Abigail cried out as her father gripped her wrist with unnecessary force, dragging her toward the van parked nearby. The sudden aggression left her stunned.
“Excuse me, what’s going on here?” the building's security guard intervened, his voice firm as he stepped forward to protect Abigail. He had noticed the rough way her parents were handling her.
“Stay out of this. We’re her parents. We have every right to do what we want,” Abigail’s mother snapped, her tone sharp and dismissive. The guard hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.
“Stop resisting. We’re not bad people. Come with us quietly if you don’t want to get hurt or embarrassed here,” her mother added, h
