Olivia’s POV

Alexander stood in the doorway staring at us, anger clear on his face. “Are you just going to stand there without saying a word, Olivia?” he asked again. His eyes moved from my face to where my hand was still joined with Elliott’s. “Too busy running around to look after your own child?”

I felt Elliott tense beside me. He let go of my hand and took one step forward. “I recommend you lower your voice and watch how you speak to her,” he said calmly, but there was ...