Before I could respond, David grabbed the phone out of my hand, his patience clearly worn thin.
“Let it go, Elaine,” he said, his tone low and dismissive. “We’re all family. Besides, it’s partly your fault for not standing firm. He’s just a kid—how much harm could he really have done?”
I stood there, frozen, like I’d been struck by lightning. Did David really just say, “We’re all family”? The words echoed in my head, each one more absurd than the last.
How could he be so dismissive? He had nearly caused harm to our child!
“Do you even hear yourself?” I snapped, my voice trembling with anger and disbelief. “Our child—our child almost didn’t make it! And now you’re telling me to just let it go? Do you even have a heart, David?”
He reached out and steadied me as I wavered, my emotions threatening to knock me off balance. His tone was calm and patronizing, and it made my blood boil.