Chapter 13 - Rowan's Desperate Final Attempt
Two days later, my phone rang while I was sitting in the nursery feeding Leo in his new rocking chair.
I glanced at the caller ID, recognizing the restricted institutional number originating from the county detention center.
I slid my thumb across the screen, tapping the speakerphone button so my father could hear every single word.
“Phoebe? Please, you have to drop the charges; they’re talking about twenty years in federal prison!” Rowan’s voice sobbed frantically.
“You made your bed when you walked out of that hospital room to eat birthday cake with your mother, Rowan,” I answered calmly.
“I was weak! Mom pressured me! It wasn't my fault!” he babbled desperately, grasping at pathetic excuses.
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“You are a grown man who embezzled funds and left his wife in medical distress; take responsibility for your actions,” I instructed flatly.
“If you don't help me, I swear I’ll sue you for full custody of Leo the second I get out!” he threatened viciously.
