Marcus sighed. “Lily has been struggling with the wedding. I suggested that an academic environment might help her adjust.”
Lily stepped behind Janine, pale but upright. “You called me leftover baggage.”
The hallway went silent.
“You called me leftover baggage.”
Marcus’s jaw tightened. “I never said that!”
“Yes, you did.”
He looked at me. “She’s a child, Julia.”
“She’s my child.”
“And she needs structure. You run your house like a teenage party,” he snapped.
There it was, not loud, not wild, just enough of the real man showing.
The venue manager looked at me. “Julia, do you want him removed from the property?”
“She’s a child, Julia.”
Marcus stared at me.
I looked at Lily. “Yes. I do.”
“You’re ending our relationship over this?” Marcus demanded.
“No,” I said. “I’m ending it because my daughter told me the truth.”
While the officers kept him in the hall, I went into the venue manager’s office and shut the door.
***
It took three tries to search the school Lily had named.