Chapter 35 “Father-son Warmth”

• “Julie,” he gripped so hard it felt like he was about to crush bone, “Rocco isn’t just my child. You disappear whenever you feel like it. Fine. But you’re skipping something as important as his graduation? Is that your idea of being a mother?”
• I looked up into those beautiful yet cold eyes of his and suddenly it all felt absurd.
• “Anyway, as a mother and a wife,” my voice was calm as ice, “I’m always optional to you. What difference does it make if I go or not? Let Ann go. Isn’t that better?”