Dominic Sinclair
My ex-husband hated me with a vengeance that burned like a fever, all for the sake of the girl who'd been his " forever" dream. I did the only sensible thing: I took the settlement money and disappeared, leaving everything behind-including our child. Six years later, a miniature version of him, a little marshmallow of a boy, knocked on my door. He was wearing a bright yellow backpack, his small face set in a mask of solemnity that was far too old for him. "Dominic doesn't want me anymore," he announced, his voice steady despite the slight tremble of his lower lip. " I'm moving in with you." I froze, the air caught in my lungs. Before I could even find my voice, he tilted his head back and began reciting legal statutes with the precision of a court reporter. Under the Family Code, parents have a non-delegable duty to support and maintain their minor children..." He didn't get to finish. I stepped aside, opening the door wide. "Get in here."
About Dominic Sinclair
My ex-husband hated me with a vengeance that burned like a fever, all for the sake of the girl who'd been his " forever" dream. I did the only sensible thing: I took the settlement money and disappeared, leaving everything behind-including our child. Six years later, a miniature version of him, a little marshmallow of a boy, knocked on my door....Read more