I reached out and took the baseball bat. The weight in my hands felt reassuring.Immediately, the noise around us stopped. All eyes turned to me, including those of Henry and Linda, still tangled on the floor.Henry’s face was streaked with tears and snot, but his mouth twitched into a nervous, ingratiating smile. “Miss Joni… you…”However, his words didn’t get any further, because I swung the bat, the air whistling as it cut through, and slammed it hard across his back. He screamed, landing in a grotesque, contorted posture. He tried to lift his head and forced a desperate, pitiful smile.I stepped toward him with the bat in my hand and pressed my high heels into his neck, looking down at him from above. The noon sun streamed through the glass dome of my family’s mall, casting bright patches of light at my feet.I stood in the sunlight, while he sprawled in shadow like a beaten, abandoned dog.“Henry,” I said calmly, “you claimed earlier that the Jennings family is your family?”
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