“Thank you. Is Candace coming?”
At that moment, my daughter's bright laughter is heard behind me.
“Mommy! You came... daddy told me you'd talk to me.”
“Yes, my love, it's important. Shall we go to the living room?”
But before we can get there, an angry voice breaks the moment.
“So this is your excuse for not being with me. You do everything possible to avoid spending time with me, but you make room to see Michelle.”
Blake turns towards me and her eyes seem to want to pierce me.
“You've already lost him. Do you want to steal him from me again?”
I look towards Ryan, who clenches his fists, while Candace looks frightened. It seems she doesn't know this side of her admired coach.
“What are you doing here? I didn't tell you to come.”
“Do I need permission to go to the father of my chi
