“You need to withdraw the police report,” Daniel said, his voice shaking slightly.

“I am not doing that, Daniel,” I said, walking back to my desk.

“You don’t understand what you have started,” he said, stepping toward me.

“I understand completely,” I said. “Patricia came into my home and physically attacked me.”

Uncle Michael took off his leather gloves and placed them neatly on the edge of my desk.

“Your aunt spent the last four hours at the North Precinct,” Michael said, his eyes locking onto mine.

“The North Precinct?” I asked. “The incident happened in my district.”

“She has friends there,” Michael said simply. “She filed a formal counter-report.”

I sat down in my chair, keeping my expression neutral.

“On what grounds?” I asked.

“Assault and battery,” Daniel said, his voice rising. “She claims you flew into a rage when she asked for the tuition money.”

“She claims you threw a glass at her first,” Michael added. “She says she grabbed the wine bottle only to defend herself.”

I let out a short, cold laugh.