Winn dragged his hands through his hair, tugging at the strands until his scalp burned.
God, Syl…why do you keep doing this to me?
"You better hope to God nothing happens to her."
Winn didn't dignify him with a response. If he said the wrong thing now, he knew Tom would escalate until security had to intervene. That was always how it went with his father. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the flooring, tracing the black scuff marks as if they could distract him from the shame crawling up his spine.
He thought about Ivy for a fleeting second, the way she'd looked at him last night before everything went to hell.
"If you had a wife, this wouldn't happen," Tom pressed. "Someone would have been home to catch this earlier before any of this happened."
"Really! Dad! Really? Right now? While Sylvia is fighting for her life, while your daughter is fighting for her life, you would go there?!"
"Don't you dare speak to me in that tone! Remember who you are talking to!" Tom thundered.
