I looked up to see Joe—my sister’s ex-boyfriend—storming toward me.
“Where is your sister?” he demanded.
Rage consumed me. I grabbed his collar and shoved him against the wall. “Now you’re interested? Where were you when she spent nights on the street because of you? Where were you when she collapsed hours ago? She’s dead, Joe! She didn’t even survive to see her babies!”
His face twisted, but he barked, “Where are my children? I want to see them!”
“Don’t you dare!” I shouted. “Get out of my hospital before I call security. OUT!”
He yanked free, glaring. “I’m leaving, but I’ll get my children back. You can’t keep them from me.”
For the sake of my nephews, I knew I couldn’t let them fall into Joe’s hands. He was an alcoholic, unstable, and Leah had left him for a reason. I promised myself I’d fight for them—and I did.
