Somehow, in all the chaos of the hospital visit—and everything that’d happened since—I’d managed to completely forget about Anthony’s father. Now, facing Mr. Rodrigues, I recollected Anthony’s upset.
And things were going so well.
And things were going so wellI still knew he wanted to talk, but I figured I could push that back again. The longer he stayed and things went well, the harder it’d be for him to extricate himself.
Right?
The man before me pointed a shaking finger. “I want to see my son.”
I seriously considered lying. Something told me this guy didn’t know what vehicle his son drove. And we hadn’t left the house since yesterday, so he’d have no proof I even had Anthony in my house.
Yet, when a cold hand touched my shoulder, I knew the confrontation was about to happen.
I sh
