DominicThe cops left, and I glared at my son as he hung his head in shame. He knew what he had done. Freddie Smith, his dedicated chauffeur, had reached his school, but Diego refused to return home with him. Instead, he left for his best friend’s house for a night's stay. “I’m so disappointed in you, Diego. If you had wanted to spend time with your best friend, you could have asked for my permission, right?” I glanced at his friend, Denver Storme, who held hands with my son like a partner in his crime. With both pre-teens alone at his house, it was such a dangerous situation. What would I have done if Freddie hadn’t followed Diego from school? After the cops arrested Julia, Freddie visited me to update me about Diego. I wished Freddie had come earlier before I unnecessarily accused an innocent woman. But Freddie had met with an accident on his way back. He couldn’t have come earlier. “As if you’d agree, Dad. Yet I called you.” Diego still couldn’t look at me. “I’ve received no c
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