« Apparently you don’t. You don’t even understand that I need help. »
« Why are the boys staying here? »
His eyes moved to the folded sheet of paper on the coffee table. It was the schedule he’d refused to follow the night before.
Then he looked back at me.
« You took my kids and left? »
« Our kids. »
« Bring them home. »
« No. »
« You took my kids and left? »
His jaw tightened.