Emma

A frown crosses my face, shaking my head slowly as though I had just stumbled upon a secret. “So you'll throw your child out?” I bit out in a harsh tone.

She matches my glare with a defiant look in her eyes. “Yes, not when you're acting out of control,” she snaps at me.

“Is that it?” I ask. “Or there's more?”

Her eyes flash in rage. “Don't get on my nerves. You'll do exactly as I say or-

I walk out on her, listening to her feels exhausting.

“Emma,” her voice rings out. “Don't you dare walk out on me!”

I ignore her tantrums, walking down the hallway...