“Richard, explain yourself.”
“I agreed to become foster parents because you needed something after the treatments.”
I can manage for a little while.
“Something? Nolan is our son!”
“I supported you through everything, Emma. Then you wanted a child, so I agreed. Six years is enough. We deserve our old life back.”
“Did you ever see him as our son?”
Richard sighed. “You could show some gratitude. I sacrificed six years.”
With that, he turned and walked into his study, shutting the door behind him.
I didn’t want you to regret choosing me.
Nolan stood. “I’m sorry. I’ll go.”
“No,” I said firmly. “You’re staying.”
“Mom, please don’t fight.”
“You’re not causing this fight.”
I carried his suitcase upstairs and placed it beside his bed. “You belong here.”
Six years is enough.
“But Dad…”
“Richard doesn’t get to decide whether you’re loved.”
