I clenched my jaw. "I'm not leaving my child's memories behind," I snapped.
The words left my mouth before I could stop them, and immediately, I felt Leon's grip on my side tighten. I glanced down to find him clinging to me, his little hands fisting my jacket. He was tense. His big, innocent eyes were filled with fear.
And it hit me like a punch to the gut—I had scared him.
This whole trip must have been confusing for him. He didn’t understand what was happening. All he knew was that I had suddenly taken him on a trip with a strange man, and now we were at an airport, and I was arguing.
I had to calm down. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
"Leon," I said gently, "I'm just going to talk to my friend here. We're just having a little disagreement. Can you stay in the
