.Grace.
I look at the stitches in his hand. Carefully I caress his fingers. He saved my son from worse. James told me that he really wanted to shoot his own father if Chris hadn't come.
I still don't know how this all happened, but now I'm sitting here with Chris, in the car to his house. The kids are with Vince and Tina tonight.
But we will have to make new agreements. Marcel also shot at James. His own child. Who does that? I'm so angry with him. I don’t think I can allow him to see them anymore.
"He's not going to bother you anymore Grace."
I look at Chris. "I have kids with him, threatening him is not the way Chris."
"I know, I've given him options." He doesn't look at me.
"Is this why you are always so in control of your emotions?" he asks as he parks the car in his garage
