Leah’s voice sharpened, controlled but cutting. “How would you feel,” she pressed, “if an outsider walked into your home and ruined the bond between you and your child? If they looked at your son or daughter and decided they knew better than you what was best for them?”
Eve’s jaw tightened. “I don’t, ”
“Don’t what?” Leah sliced in. “Don’t like the picture? Don’t want to imagine it?”
Eve’s hand curled more firmly over her belly, not to plead, just to anchor herself.
“I’m not going to argue with hypotheticals,” she said.
Leah let out a brittle laugh. “No? You should. Because that’s exactly what you and your father did.”
Eve’s brows drew together. “Excuse me?”
“That man,” Leah snapped, straightening in the chair like she could posture her way back into power, “Steven. He was nothing be
