Emma frowns, forcing herself to take slow, dee…

Emma frowns, forcing herself to take slow, deep, measured breaths to stave off the irrational hatred and anxiety that this woman always invokes. “You know I do, Madam Mayor. Henry needs me.”

Fiona laughs at that. “Henry needs stability, Emma, something you’ve yet to prove you can provide him. The boy is fourteen and needs a firm hand to guide and mold him into the man he’s destined to become.”

“All due respect, Fiona, but you don’t have any say about what my son is destined to become.”