ADVERTISEMENT
“I came because I care,” she snapped.
“But caring doesn’t pay rent. I’m not asking for a fortune. Just enough to help me.”
Her head jerked toward me.
“What?”
“No,” I repeated. “You hid this. You let strangers take her without telling the truth.
You show up five years later, drop this on us, and then try to get paid? That’s not caring. That’s using her.”
“You have no idea what my life was like,” she said, voice rising.
“You’re standing in your nice house judging me—”
“You’re right,” I said. “I don’t know your life. But we’re not paying you to do the bare minimum for your own kid.”
Daniel stepped between us.
“You’ve told us what we need to know. We’ll handle it. You’re not getting money, and you’re not seeing Sophie.”
Her jaw clenched.
“You can’t keep her from me.”
“Yes,” he said evenly. “We can. You signed away your rights.
If you contact us again, we’ll get a lawyer.”
She stared at us, then said, “You’ll regret this when the bills hit. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Then she turned and walked away.
ADVERTISEMENT