Danielle stopped, her hand still hovering as though she could reach the door handle. How dare he block her pathway.
How could he look so composed? So steady? They’d just been told she was carrying three babies—three—and one of them might not even make it. Her whole world was shifting under her feet, and he was standing there like this was just another Tuesday. Like this didn’t terrify him too.
Her stomach churned. She didn’t know if she wanted to scream or throw up.
She squared her shoulders.
"Move," she said, glaring at him.
"No," he replied resolutely, still maddeningly calm. "Tell me what's in that brain of yours, Danielle.”
“Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Seth,” she hissed.
He didn’t flinch.
“No.”
That one word cracked against her like a slap.
Her hands balled into fists at her sides
