The second those words registered, I wrenched my hand free like a woman possessed and grabbed the hem of his trousers, teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. "Denys Simmons, what the hell do you want?"
"Explain what happened five years ago. Or your daughter's medication stops today." His words floated out, light as air. I watched as they began to wheel Denise away.
"No!" The scream tore from my throat, raw and desperate.
Denys turned to leave. I threw my arms around his legs. "Denys Simmons, look at Denise. Just look at her—look at who she resembles!"
Shock flickered across his face. He glanced down at me, then actually turned to look. I heard him call out, "Wait."
