The front gates of the sprawling estate swung open, and Mia's parents' car rolled up the driveway, gravel crunching under the tires.
The mansion loomed ahead, its pristine façade belying the turmoil within. As they parked, Maria glanced at her husband, anxiety etched on her face.
"Do you think she's alright?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Robert had told her all about his phone call with an unknown person, and Maria had told her husband that she believed every word of it, since Vanessa had complained to them in the first year of her marriage that he was hitting her, but they had told her to endure and he would change.
She had also pointed out that if Henry could accuse Vanessa of being insane and made him say his own daughter was crazy on television, then she believed there was no end to his cruelty.
"We'll find out soon enough," Robert replied, his jaw set. They stepped out of the car, each with a mixture of hope and dread.
