“Does Mom want me with her? Did she want me to come?” Noah went still. For a long moment, he had no clue what to say. Jealousy ate at him. A dark resentment slithered through his veins. He didn’t know how Milo would respond if he told the truth or who his son would choose. That made him even angrier. “No, son. She didn’t.”
Ugh. Despicable.
