(Sabrina’s POV)
My blood turns to ice.
What the hell is he doing here?
The custody ruling was clear—no contact with Jake until he completes parenting classes and proves himself worthy.
But there he is, his face set with determination, his jaw clenched, looking like a man on a mission.
I don't think. Don't hesitate. I just move.
My feet carry me across the street, dodging a car that honks at me without stopping.
"Dustin!" The word rips out of me.
He stops, turning. His eyes find me, and something ugly flashes across his face.
"Sabrina. What a surprise."
"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be anywhere near Jake."
"I'm his father. I have every right to attend his school conference."
"No, you don't. The court said—"
"The court said I need to complete some classes and
