Chapter 47: Wedding Plans
Later the next afternoon, as the sun cast long shadows across my living room, Angie and Rika sat with us around the table, deep in conversation.
We were gathered together, determined to find a way to help Cathy, who was trapped in a nightmare of abuse and fear.
Originally, the discussion had been about our wedding and any last minute plans we needed to make, but the conversation had taken a drastic turn when Angie had mentioned running across Cathy that morning at the market, looking significantly anxious.
"I just don't know what to do," Angie sighed, her brow furrowed in frustration. "We can't go to the police. Jordan's family practically has them in their pockets."
Rika nodded in agreement, her expression grim. "And even if we did, who's to say they'd believe us? Cathy's word against theirs... it's not enough."
Gabby and I listened in silence, the weight of their words settling heavily upon my shoulders.