“June needs you here.

If you walk out those automatic doors right now, do not expect to come back to our house tomorrow.”

Sylvia gasped, adjusting her heavy leather handbag again with a force that made the metallic buckle clink against her coat buttons.

“How dare you threaten him,” Sylvia said, her voice rising again.

“He has sacrificed everything for you and that baby!”

“He is her father,” I said.