His answer came immediately.
“You can’t do this to me.”
I looked at the screen without needing to explain anything.
I could have.
Not because I wanted to destroy it.
It was because I had the right to protect myself.
A week after his return, Ryan asked to see Emma and Lily.
I didn’t object to the idea that the little girls had to meet their father. But I was worried that she had never taken care of them alone and that there was such a strong conflict between us.
We discussed with Rebecca and agreed to organize a first meeting in a quiet setting with me present, and the contact program will be properly established.
Ryan came on a Saturday morning.
He was wearing a blue shirt and holding two plush toys in his hand.
When he walked in, he stopped on the doorstep of the living room.
