Justin couldn’t fight the helplessness rising inside of him. ‘I know I did wrong Lila, but you should at least listen to me. I am your father after all! At least give me a chance!” He pleaded and begged. But Lila just stared at him with disgust and contempt in her eyes.
“You don’t deserve a second of our lives,” she finished. Her hands were shaking, but her eyes were dry now—furious and clear. “You think we owe you something because your blood runs in our veins? No, Justin. Blood isn’t what makes you a father. Choices do.”