Anita dragged Buck’s suitcase from the closet and kicked it toward her husband’s pregnant girlfriend.
“Thank you, Miz Anita,” said Annabelle.
Anita kept her gaze low to avoid looking into the faces of betrayal. The floorboards creaked as Buck transferred his weight from one foot to the other.
“Does her father know you’ve taken her?” Anita asked without raising her eyes.
“Not yet,” said Buck.
“I’m scared,” whined Annabelle. “Daddy has a gun. Please hurry.”
Anita helped the girl pile her few belongings into the suitcase.
As Buck’s car pulled away, Anita dialed Annabelle’s landline, knowing her father would pick up.