But he has no right. And if Sabrina thinks I’ll let this go, then…
My phone buzzes. A text from Jessica: Where are you? We have the client meeting in 20 minutes.
I stare at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard.
Then I turn off my phone and get out of the car.
The elevator ride to the eighth floor feels endless. When I finally reach my office, I close the door and lean against it, trying to breathe through the pressure building in my chest.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
I was supposed to go to that conference, remind Jake that I'm his father, show Sabrina and her boyfriend that they can't just erase me from my son's life.
Instead, I got humiliated. Rejected. Cast aside like I'm nothing.
By my own son.
A knock at the door makes me straighten. "What?"
Jessica walks in
