Cole’s POV

The moment the café door closes behind security, I am furious, and as I stand there with my arm still around Elena, my hand resting over her stomach, all I can think of is how close we came to losing the baby. I do not raise my voice when I pull my phone from my pocket. I do not hesitate. I do not look at Michael or Madilyn again, because if I do, I will break something I cannot afford to break. They are standing outside between the security guards with Michael’s parents. I only ...