I felt my heart drop as I glanced at Mark. We cautiously approached the door, peering through the peephole to see my father standing with two police officers. I took a deep breath, willing myself to remain calm.
Mark opened the door just enough to speak, keeping the chain in place. “How can we help you, officers?” he asked politely, though his grip on the door was firm. “Ma’am, we’re here to facilitate a discussion between you and Mr.
Richard Carter,” one officer explained, nodding toward my father. “He claims there’s been a misunderstanding regarding family obligations.”
I could hear my father chuckling, the sound grating on my nerves. “Emily, honey, let’s not make this harder than it needs to be,” he said, his voice dripping with insincerity.
“We’re family. We sort things out.”
I took a deep breath, my mind racing. “Officers, with all due respect, this is a personal matter and shouldn’t involve the police,” I replied, keeping my voice steady.
“My father and I have very different views on what ‘family obligations’ mean.”
The other officer, a woman with kind eyes, spoke up. “We’re not here to force anything, ma’am, but your father seemed quite distressed. We’re just trying to keep the peace.”
“Peace?” I echoed, incredulous.
“This man boycotted my wedding and now expects me to pay for my brother’s? This is not about peace; it’s about control.”
Mark squeezed my hand, his silent support a lifeline. “Emily, is there anything you wish to say directly to your father while we’re here?” the officer asked gently.
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