“Really? And how exactly do you plan on doing so with everything being against you the way that it is? You know, with your father siding with her and…”
“Bullshit.” I muttered under my breath, stopping him.
I stayed quiet, jaw tightening.
Caleb sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “This is about her, isn’t it?”
I looked up at him sharply, but he didn’t back down.
“Sienna,” he clarified, his voice steady. “And the kid.”
My stomach twisted, but I didn’t answer.
“You’ve spent months convincing yourself that she was nothing,” Caleb continued, stepping closer. “And now, suddenly, she’s back with your baby, and you have no idea how to handle it.”
I turned away from him, staring at the fireplace, the flames flickering against the stone.
“She left,” I muttered, my voice quieter than
