The quarrel continued from the cemetery to our house, Tessa wanted to leave and take little Eliza with her. She was one hundred percent sure that I was cheating on her, and she didn't want no part in it. Martin was the one who was holding Eliza, and of course he listened to me.
"Give me my baby Martin, give me my baby..." Tessa screamed at him. Martin stood like a statue positioned not to move nor respond to any of Tessa's orders. He was so calm and collected.
I sighed and looked at Tessa "Let's go to bed please, we had a long day"
"I want my daughter Marcus!"
"Tessa... she's my daughter as well. I'm not just some... fucking sperm donor or something. That's my baby girl, do you really think I would harm her?" I asked her in a very calm and soft voice, that's because I wanted her calm.
