Standing by my dad
I decided to step out and stand beside my dad, offering my support. As I walked over, Karen’s eyes darted to me, her sneer widening.
‘Oh, what’s this? Backup?’ she mocked. I ignored her, giving dad a reassuring nod. ‘We got this,’ I whispered.
Karen’s confidence seemed to falter for a moment. She wasn’t expecting both of us to stand our ground.
I felt a surge of determination; we needed to handle this together.