Tell Dad. And while you’re at it, tell him this. I’m keeping Noah. He’s mine.” “He’s not a toy. He’s a human being,” Archer muttered. His rage took hold, and his hands fisted at his sides. “He’s mine. I won’t give him up. Don’t push me on this or I swear to fucking God, I’ll burn it all down. Do you hear me? If you make me choose, I’ll choose him.”
