Hell no, he wasn't walking away from this.
She raised her chin, eyes glittering with a fierce, unyielding fire as she addressed the group. "Okay, ladies. If you're angry—really angry at this man. If you've been waiting for a chance to get back at him, to show him he can't just do whatever he wants... Raise your hands."
Without hesitation, every woman's hand shot into the air like a spark lighting a wildfire. The air buzzed with tension and defiance, trembling with years of hidden rage finally given a voice.
Even the children, innocent and wide-eyed, mimicked the gesture, their small hands rising in solidarity.
Isabella's gaze fell on one little girl in particular—a raggedy thing with a gap-toothed smile that belied the fierce sorrow in her eyes. "Why did you raise your hand, little one?" she asked gently, crouching down so their eyes met.
