Irene stood in front of the cafe, her palms pressed tightly against the strap of her bag.
Her chest rose and fell as she forced herself to breathe in and out.
The cool air did little to ease the heat of anxiety that churned inside her.
“Oh my God,” she whispered to herself. “I just have to do this because there is no way I am going to allow anyone to take my sons from me.”
Her jaw tightened as she thought of Daniel barging into her home with his threats.
She already knew why Mr. Henry Blackwood had sent her the address.
It was because of what his son had come to say and she was not ready to give up her children for anything.
So she was going to make that clear to him. At least Henry Blackwood, she thought, should be more reasonable than his arrogant son.
With that, she pushed the g
