a threat?”
“No.”
His answer came too quickly.
“It’s reality.”
“Then I’ll deal with reality.”
“You have no idea what custody litigation looks like.”
“Neither do you.”
“I have resources.”
“So do I.”
That silenced him.
Cole had convinced me so thoroughly that I was powerless without him that he’d started believing it himself.
“You don’t want this fight,” he said.
“I didn’t want any of this.”
“Then come home.”
“No.”
One word.
The costliest and most liberating I’d ever spoken.
His breathing changed.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I
