“Arieya!” I gasp, feeling deserted by my own child, betrayed to say the least. “Are you for real sweetie? You are switching up on me for this guy? You just met him baby.” I frown.

“What do you expect? She's my daughter after all and now I see why you didn't want me near her, you're scared she loves me more.”

I bite down on a remark that could start another argument.

“Where do you want to put her?”

“My room.” he retorts.

“No,” I shake my head. “My daughter isn't ...