laugh. It’s more of a cackle, really, the kind that scorches the back of my throat. “What?” Dan asks. I shake my head. “It’s just funny. Men love to call women ‘crazy,’ but y’all are the crazy ones thinking we’d ever settle for your bullshit.” “Fuck you,” he spits. “Get. Out.” I nod at the door. “And if I so much as hear a whisper about you putting bad thoughts or ideas into our little girl’s head, you best believe we’re gonna have a problem.”
