"I will arrange for new bodyguards to be waiting for you, and your movements will need my approval," Shandra's father declared.
The news hit her like a punch to the gut. She despised having her freedom restricted, but the thought of her every move being monitored and having bodyguards constantly shadowing her made her feel like a prisoner.
"Dad, this isn't fair. I'm not some prisoner," Shandra protested, her voice filled with frustration.
How would she ever be able to sneak back to New York City with her father constantly watching her and the bodyguards breathing down her neck?
It was all too overwhelming for Shandra, and she couldn't accept it. She needed the chance to return, she had to have it.
Her father remained unmoved by her tears, his voice stern as he spoke,