Chapter 81 A Short Visit

• Theodore gripped his hair in both hands. "Go thank your lucky fucking stars that you were somehow granted something so precious because seriously?" he chuckled caustically. "I have no clue what fucked-up force in this universe decided you of all people deserved to procreate."
• Even as he spoke, he regretted the words, but like verbal vomit, they just kept fucking coming. And at that moment he couldn't, in all honesty, say his regrets had anything to do with her; not even as her eyes grew glassier and glassier, or as her mouth fell open a bit more with each ensuing proclamation until it hung completely agape.
• By then, she had pushed him too far. He regretted them because of QJ, because of his nephew. Theodore had lost control, and he could blame the vitriol she spat for provoking him, but he had lost control. And in so doing, he had done exactly what he had just accused Sandra of doing: he had used QJ. Even worse, he had implied that QJ was a mistake.