“Ryan,” you’ve had three months to think about when you meet your daughters. And now, when I’m in front of you, the first thing you do is argue with their mother.
They are also my children!
- I know. And we will have to establish responsibly how you will get involved in their lives. But now they need to be fed and sleep, not to witness this discussion.
My father opened the car door, and I sat Emma in her chair. Lily was already crying. I checked the belts and stroked his cheek.
Ryan stayed by the car.
- Claire, please. Don’t destroy everything for a mistake.
I looked up at him.
- A mistake? Ryan, you just told me you were with more women. You didn’t ask for forgiveness. You didn’t even look at your little girls until you realized my dad was here.
He couldn’t find anything to say.
I got in the car and closed the door.
