C16 CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I hate being reminded that I ever felt anything for this man. I hate that he has the legal right to just walk off with my son like this. “Just wait a second, okay? I need to wash his hands off.”
Yavid looks impatient, but I go jogging into the house anyway. Charle’s health is more important than some stupid feud going on among his parents. I scramble through Charle’s diaper bag