Her mind raced, looking for a way out of this, but all she could see was the terror in Emily’s eyes—and the tinge of meth-fueled mania in Donny’s. Think! Think! Think! A knife? No, he would use it against her—or maybe threaten Emily. Try to take Emily away from him? No, Emily might get hurt in the scuffle. Grab the phone and dial 911? Megan didn’t dare as long as had her daughter. If only she hadn’t forgotten her cell phone, she might have been able to text Marc or dial 911 with the phone in her pocket. There was a phone in her bedroom. If she could get Emily away from him and lock herself in her room… Donny sneered at her, his face beaded with sweat, his body jittery. “Your asshole brother thought I couldn’t find you, but here I am. I waited till you left and he called off the cops.
