Did she really have no choice but to surrender to Timothy, to accept all his decisions without question?

No. She couldn't just sit back and wait for fate to crush her.

Jessica squared her shoulders and strode toward the pirate ship ride.

By now, after a few minutes, the ride had come to a stop.

Sheila was clutching her chest, her face almost ghostly pale.

Henry, who looked so much like a young Timothy, was gazing at her with open worry and guilt. "Miss Sheila, are you okay? This is all my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to ride with me-the ship went so high, I was terrified myself."

Timothy unbuckled his seatbelt, his eyes gentle. "Are you hurt?"

"Timothy, I... my legs... I can't seem to stand up..."

Sheila's gaze happened to land on Jessica just then. With a practiced flutter of her lashes, she rolled her eyes back and fainted on the spot.

"Miss Sheila!"

"Sheila!"

called out together, their concern written all

her with effortless grace—a fairy-tale rescue, so smooth and natural it

off the ride, Sheila limp in

half-ran to keep up, choking back tears.

said, his voice unwavering, though there was tension in

glanced up-and there

arms tightened reflexively around Sheila,

of them, signing, "I need to

and Timothy. If he promised not to take it out on Herbert, she'd leave his

indignation. "Mom, can't you see Miss Sheila's passed out?

his tone icy. "Even

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