Mr. Palmer stepped closer to Sophie and put himself between her and the lawn. “That’s enough, Travis,” he said.
Grant lo redondeó instantáneamente. “Mantente fuera de la empresa familiar”.
“It stopped being family business when he threatened her in the street,” Mr. Palmer replied.
Travis’s eyes flicked toward Sophie. It lasted less than a second, but I saw the calculation in it. He understood that my attention was split between him and my daughter, and he believed that made me weaker. He moved toward the pavement. I stepped into his path.
His grin came back. “There she is,” he said. “Finally ready to do something.”
“No,” I told him. “I’m ready to stop something.”
He shoved me with both hands. It wasn’t a testing push. He put his weight into it, trying to send me backward in front of the whole neighborhood.
Me volví con la fuerza en lugar de luchar contra ella, guié su muñeca derecha más allá de mi hombro y se puso atrás en su equilibrio antes de entender que la había perdido. Su propio impulso lo llevó.
