Dad studied me for a long moment, the disappointment in his eyes clear. “You’re spending an awful lot of time watching someone you claim not to care about. Whether or not you want to admit it, you know for a fact that you care about her. You want to deny it because it angers you that you did not know about a few things, that you chose to hide something from you.”
I rolled my shoulders back, keeping my face neutral. “She’s the mother of my child. That’s it. That is why I care about her presence and trust me when I say I would rather I throw her out faster than I could even say her name. Then she could say my name.”
Dad let out a humorless chuckle. “If that were true, you wouldn’t be so damn bothered by her presence. As for throwing her out, it would have to be done over my dead body. The
