“I have rights, you know,” Robin spat as she struggled in the chair.
“So did Alexis!” I yelled, aching to slap the child. I couldn’t help myself from screaming; I hated her. And it was hate. It was hate. I hated her.
Robin glared at me. “That was an accident.”
“And so it this,” Luc said, before I could say anything else. “We’re……