I Am Your Daughters Gatekeeper
Language: en
The heavy thud of the car door was still echoing in my ears when the ride-share driver floored it. I hadn’t even reached the trunk for my suitcase before his taillights were shrinking into the distance. Panic flared in my chest. I fumbled for my phone and hit the call button immediately, offering to pay him extra just to turn around and bring my bag back. I expected a simple "on my way." Instead, I got a cold, calculated silence, followed by a demand that made my blood run cold. "A thousand bucks," he said. No hesitation. No shame. I scoffed, my voice rising in disbelief. "Are you joking?…