“June needs you here.

If you walk out those automatic doors right now, don’t expect to come back to our house tomorrow.”

Sylvia gasped, yanking her heavy leather handbag again so hard that the metal buckle clinked 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’s her father,” I said.

“He belongs right here.”