“You managed that on your own,” Daniel said.

She snatched up her purse. “I am her flesh and blood. I am her grandmother.”

“Not anymore,” Daniel said.

Patricia froze mid-motion, her knuckles white on the leather straps. “I beg your pardon?”

He didn’t flinch. “You’re barred from seeing Mia. No unsupervised visits. No supervised visits. You’re uninvited from every holiday, every birthday, every milestone, until my wife and I decide you’re safe to be around.

And looking at you right now, I doubt that day comes.”