He called me ungrateful.

He said he would show people I could not manage two babies and that my father had always intended to control us.

The representative repeated that the visit was over.

Staff accompanied him out.

His last look was at Owen.

After the door closed, I asked the nurse to check Harper’s blanket because my hands would not stop trembling.

Dad sat down instead of telling me everything was solved.

“What would help?” he asked.