She’s totally ruthless when she thinks she has the upper hand.”

“I’m counting on her trying,” I said.

“And what if Ethan takes her side again?” Margaret asked.

“What if he stands there while she rips you apart and doesn’t lift a finger?”

“Then I’ll have my final answer about my son,” I said.

“And I’ll walk away.”

Margaret opened the heavy car door and got into the passenger seat.

She stared straight out the windshield with her jaw clenched.