Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 84

But what did backing down ever accomplish?

It just taught everyone that she could be pushed aside.

Pushed aside until Willow moved into the estate, pushed aside until Willow took her place next to Lawrence, pushed aside until even her own son thought Willow was the one who understood him best.

Wren knelt down until she was at eye level with Leo.

"Leo, tonight is our dinner date. Do you want it to just be the two of us, or do you want Willow to come along?"

Leo stared at her, stunned.

He had rarely been asked a question like that before.

The adults always made all the decisions for him.

Grandma would say, *Willow is going to keep you company.*

Dad would say, *Willow is going to take care of you.*

Willow would say, *Your mom is busy, but I'm here for you, and that's just as good.*

But now, his mom was asking him what *he* wanted.

Leo glanced over at Willow.

Willow's eyes were still brimmed with tears, making it seem like one wrong word from him would shatter her.

But then he remembered what his mom had said in the garden that day—that she felt pain, too.

Leo lowered his head and mumbled, "I want to go with you."

The color instantly drained from Willow's face.

Lawrence fell completely silent.

Wren didn't gloat; she simply reached out and gently stroked Leo's hair.

"Get in the car, then."

Leo scrambled into the passenger seat.

Wren buckled his seatbelt and draped the jacket over his lap.

Lawrence stood outside the car, his expression freezing cold.

"Have him back by eight."

"I know."

Wren walked around to the driver's side.

Suddenly, Lawrence planted his hand firmly against the door, stopping her.

"Wren."

She looked up at him.

The man stood in the fading twilight, his features cast in shadow, his tone vibrating with barely suppressed irritation.

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