Tati let out a deep sigh. “We trusted you,” she said, voice strained. “The least you could’ve done was tell me.”

Through her tears, Ivy clung to Aaron’s shirt. “Mom…” she whispered. “I can’t live without him—or our child.”

“Ivy!” Franklin roared again. His face twisted with fury. “You can’t stop anything, Tati,” he growled, grabbing Ivy by the hair.

“Dad!” she screamed in pain.

Aaron stepped forward, alarmed. “What are you doing, brother?!”

Franklin ...