It’s his turn to laugh and, when he does, I feel the sudden urge to grab something heavy and throw it at his stupid head. “Right. Ikidnapped your daughter, changed my mind about halfway through, and brought her right back. To my house. Where I’mconstantly surrounded by both of you.”
As he sits down in his leather chair and gestures for me to sit in the one facing his desk, I feel my anger dissipate. Just a bit.Enough to at least entertain more reasonable possibilities.
Demyen pulls a thick folder from God-knows-where and slides it across the desk to me. “I got her enrolled for kindergarten.They just needed to meet her and perform a formal evaluation before they approved her admissions. She passed with flyingcolors. They love her.”
My fingers tremble when I start flippi
