When I opened my eyes, Lorenzo had my father’s hand in his grip. He looked the epitome of calm, but I could see the unreadable emotions swirling through his dark eyes. My father on the other hand was shocked, this isn’t the first time he has tried to hit me in public, but this is the first time that someone actually stopped him.

I don’t think he has ever been refused something in his life. In all honesty, I don’t think I would have stopped him if Lorenzo didn’t.

“If it were anyone else, they would have lost their hand,” his voice was eerily calm and I realized I was...