Samuel didn’t want to look at her. His eyes were cast down, his handsome face dark and cold.

“If I say I want to take my son with me, would you agree?” he shot back.

Eliana stared at him, frustrated, “Then what exactly are you trying to say?”

“I’m not trying to say anything. Just take good care of our son. I won’t bother you two anymore. I’m leaving.”

As he spoke, a sharp ache pressed against his chest like he’d just ...