Chapter 4 - Ryan Demands That I Hand Noah Over Immediately
Ryan crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at our frightened little boy.
“Put Noah down, Elena, and let him go with his grandmother like she planned,” Ryan ordered with absolute finality.
The cold demand hung in the air of the kitchen like a physical blow, freezing the blood in my veins.
“I am not letting her take him anywhere, especially not after the way she just treated him,” I replied firmly.
“You are making a scene out of nothing, just like you always do when my family comes to visit,” Ryan said.
“This isn’t a scene, Ryan. This is protection,” I said, stepping back as he reached out toward my shoulder.
“Don't you dare walk away from me when I am speaking to you about our son,” Ryan shouted across the counter.
“You aren't talking to me; you're reading lines from a script your mother handed you in the car,” I said.
Ryan’s face flushed a deep, ugly red as my words struck a nerve he had hoped to keep deeply buried.
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Linda watched us fight with the calm, satisfied expression of a chess player who had just trapped her opponent.
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