I finally jerked into action, but instead of inviting Sabrina in, I stepped out of the apartment and shut the door behind me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked tightly.

“Is that how you greet the mother of your child?” she asked and flicked her sandy hair over her shoulder. She wore designer clothes that screamed money and taste, but her eyes were lifeless, her jaw set, and her expression was hard as nails.

I didn’t answer her––I wanted an ...