“This is the kind of man you’ve married? Someone who resorts to violence and outbursts?” “Why should we leave our daughter with you?” the man argues as he takes his place at his wife’s side. “Because I love her, you fucking twats. And I would never talk to her the way the pair of you do. And for your information,” I add, pulling open the front door to find a deluge coming down outside. I put my finger in Sylvie’s mother’s face this time as I lean in. “Your child is supposed to be the center of your universe, you ungrateful, selfish bitch.”
