Chapter 35
Larissa’s POV
I picked up the last piece of clothing from Declan’s bed while the toddler sat quietly by the small table in his room, playing with his toy soldiers he’d introduced me to once.
He looked engrossed in what he was doing, which was a good thing because I wasn’t anywhere near the mood to chase him around for him to stay put. His father was literally forcing me to have to be in the same space as them both. Declan, I could tolerate because the toddler had grown to be a part of me. His standoffish father…not so much. How insensitive could he be?
I was only going there because of Declan. If not, I’d rather face death a thousand times than be locked away somewhere with his father. Besides, the boy was already dressed up and eager to go with me.
Folding up the onesie
