My sister passed away during childbirth, so I took in her triplet sons—until their father came back and tried to take them from me.
“She’s gone, Joe. She didn’t survive the delivery. And you weren’t there. You weren’t there when she needed you. You weren’t there when she collapsed. You weren’t there when—”
“Where are my children?”
Diesel’s hands trembled—not from fear, but fury. He grabbed Joe by the collar, slamming him into the cold, hard wall of the hospital waiting room. “Your children? YOUR children? Where were you when she spent nights sleeping in her car because you threw her out? Where were you when she worked double shifts while carrying triplets, barely eating, barely sleeping? Where were you then, Joe?”
Security swarmed in, forcing them apart. Joe calmly adjusted his tie, his icy gaze betraying no remorse.
