“We’re family. Think about the baby.”
I looked at my son.
“No,” I said quietly. “You were a burden. I just didn’t admit it before.”
Ethan’s voice shook.
“Where are you?”
“Somewhere my son is safe.”
“We have nowhere to go.”
I closed my eyes briefly.
“How strange,” I said. “Neither did I when you locked me in.”
Linda snapped again.
“You’re ungrateful!”
I didn’t react.
“Do you want a list of what you’ve done for me?” I asked. “Start with calling me dramatic during labor. Or spending my money on margaritas.”
“That money was Ethan’s too!” Ashley shouted.
“No,” I said. “It was mine. Just like the house. The car. The accounts. The life you treated like an endless resource.”
Ethan lowered his voice.
“I’ll fix this when I see you.”
“You’ll see me if my lawyer allows it. And you’ll meet your son when a judge decides.”
A sharp silence followed.
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