Hendrix stiffened at my words. His eyes scanned me, and although I couldn't tell what he was thinking, I knew that he wasn't in the best mood.
"Have you thought it through?" he asked.
"Yes," I nodded.
"What do you want from me?" he asked with a calm expression. Too calm. For a moment there, I thought that he was just tolerating my tantrum.
I paused for a while before answering him, "I don't want anything from you. In fact, I don't want me or the baby to have anything to do with you in the future!"
Since I wanted to cut off what was between us, then I should cut it off cleanly.
He narrowed his eyes at me and asked, "Have you ever thought of how you're going to raise the child on your own? Who are you planning to ask for help? Is it Sawyer or Aaron?"
I stared at him in
