That was when the laughter di3d in my throat.
“Get out,” I said. My voice turned cold in an instant.
“Landon, you don’t understand—”
“No,” I cut her off, wrapping my arm around Lisa and pulling her closer. “You don’t understand. You walk into my house, accuse me of something disgusting, shove paperwork in my face, and do it in front of my child. Get out. Now.”
Lisa tugged at my leg. “Daddy… is Aunt Camila mad at me? Did I do something wrong?”
The question cracked something open inside my chest.
I dropped to my knees so we were eye to eye. “No, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong. Not a single thing.”
Camila’s voice wavered. “Landon, please. Just let me explain.”
“You’ve explained enough.”
I lifted Lisa into my arms and walked to the door. Camila hesitated, as if she expected me to soften. I did not. She finally left.
