"She won't stop crying," he said coldly. "And it's testing my nerves." Of course, pathetic psycho behavior. What did he think when he brought a child into this shabby place?
I literally wanted to hit him so hard that it would make him see stars above his head, but unfortunately, the situation did not let me do as I pleased.
Now, I had to make it work, even if it meant talking sense or even begging him. Though talking sense to him seemed similar to hitting your head on the wall, I had to work it out for her. For Emma.
With utter determination, I whispered out the words, "Please, Josh."
I took in a deep breath, as I continued looking straight into his eyes, "I will do anything. Just… let her be with me for a little while."
His eyes narrowed as if he was not so convinced by my pleading. I gulped the lump formed in my throat as it was time to throw my trump card.
