Ginny lunged at me, determined to tear the calf from my arms by force.
“Stop clinging to that beast and pretending to be insane! I don’t have time for your games. Where the hell is our daughter?!”
My eyes turned bloodshot as I screamed back, hysterical. “Don’t you dare touch my child!”
As the calf let out a frightened, pitiful moo, I clutched it tighter—and then, without warning, I bit down hard on Ginny’s hand.
She screamed, her face contorting in pain as blood poured from the wound. She stumbled back, cradling her hand in disbelief.
Steve gasped and immediately rushed to her side. “Ginny! Are you alright?!”
Before she could answer, Steve spun around and dropped to his knees in front of me, his forehead hitting the floor with a loud thud.
“Tom, this is all my fault. I never should’ve leaned on Ginny just because we were old classmates. I shouldn’t have turned to her during the hardest time of my life. I disrupted your family…”