ARIA

"No."

Ryder draws back a little and a stitch forms between his eyebrows. I stare back at him, anger washing over me even though I don't entirely understand why.

"Baby," he begins, "I don't understand why you're saying this. She's pregnant and has nowhere else to go."

I fold my arms. "I don't want her here, Ryder."

He steps toward me, his eyes never leaving my face. I wish I could tell more and give him better reasoning, but the words refuse to come out of my mouth because they're not ...