Dad???? I halt in my steps. What the actual f**k?!?!? I whip my head to look Eric in the eye only to receive a slight shrug like it’s no big deal. The nurses don’t seem to share my shock and continue rolling Emma to an examination room. I reach out and grab the arm of a limping Eric who hesitantly stops and waits for the nurses to pass by us.
“A word please?” I grumble out.
Eric only releases a sigh and nods hobbling behind me to the closest waiting room. We find the small room abandoned and grab the closest set of chairs to sit. Eric lowers himself into a single sea foam pleather chair on the right, so I sit myself up straight in the chair across from him, crossing my arms. I just stare him down, not uttering a word. I want to see him squirm under my gaze. He knows what I want and can
