Then a text came through, and I rolled over, grabbing it. Unknown: This shit has to stop. Unknown: image attached I sat up, dread sinking low in my gut, and I clicked the image. It was a screen shot. Gail: We know what your family did to mine. If your son doesn’t reach out and make things right with my daughter, I’m going to the press. We have nothing to lose now, but you do, and your son does. How do you feel about that, Barb?
