Matthew
I rush home as soon as I get off the phone with Josh.
That fucking bastard. How dare he come into my home and threaten my wife!
The tires screech as I pull into the driveway. I don't even bother turning the engine off. I throw the door open and bolt toward the back garden, my heart pounding in time with the fury roaring in my blood.
The first thing I see is Sarah sitting on the bench, pale, trembling, one hand protectively cradling her stomach. Josh is sitting with her, no sign of Rodrigo.
"Sarah," I breathe, rushing to her side. I drop to my knees in front of her, cupping her face with both hands. "Are you hurt? Did he—" My voice breaks.
She shakes her head, a tear rolling down her cheek. "He tried to take me. It's like he is obsessed with me. He grabbed me."
I close my eyes, trying to keep control. Barely succeeding. "I swear to God, he won't touch you ever again."
I exhale sharply and look at Josh. "Where is he now?"
