Hasty Retreat

Victor looked so mad; he was exhaling and inhaling so deeply, trying to calm himself down, and I knew I couldn't be here; I crossed the line.

He already hated his father; I don't know what he would do now, so without wasting a second, I made it to the door, and he luckily didn't stop me. I went straight to my son's room; I found him playing on his tablet.

“You wanted to go with Daddy Roman, right?