"You made sure my child never got to see his father one last time. Are you even human?!" I screamed, my eyes burning red.
A sharp pain tore through my thigh.
"Bad lady! You're hurting my mommy! I'll bite you to death!"
I looked down. Eve's son had latched onto my leg, sinking his teeth in.
The little boy was arrogant, his small eyes brimming with hostility.
And then I finally saw it clearly. That face. It looked so much like Dominic's childhood photos.
So much like my son.
In that moment, the designer outfit on his little body seared my vision like a brand.
I forgot the pain. Something inside me snapped, and I lunged for the tiny suit jacket.
"Take it off! Take it off!"
The child went white with terror at the crazed woman clawing at him and burst into wails.
Eve flew at me, her manicured nails raking through the air.
"You psycho! That's Dominic Ashford's son!"
Two flight attendants rushed over, grabbing my arms, hauling me back in a frantic tangle of limbs.
"Ms. Simmons, please, you can't take this out on a child!"
"Besides, Miss Sullivan and her son are VIP clients. You really can't afford to cross them."
VIP clients?