Jasmine’s POV
"Do you think we're going to solve anything if we keep this up?" I said, not giving him the same energy that he just gave me, because I refuse to fight. This is something I can never entertain, because it's okay if the two of us fight, but our fights should never involve our son.
"I just don't want you to take my son," he said.
I saw something close to resignation in his face and in his eyes, and I honestly understand where he's coming from. But the problem is that he's not understanding where I'm coming from, and we constantly have this back-and-forth between us that never solves anything, leaving us with more problems than solutions.
I took his hand and pulled him towards the couch, sitting down next to him.
"You have to find out who killed your father. I know that you
