Olivia grabbed her purse and left the station. I watched as her husband's eyes followed her, he had an angry glare which made me feel uncomfortable.
I turned to face the police officer. "I'll take the boy home for now pending when things can get settled."
Ava unfolded her arms and then scoffed. "What? The last time we brought him home, he escaped, he ran away. He doesn't want to be with us."
I narrowed my eyes on her. "Are you sure that he's the one that doesn't want to be with us, or are you the one that doesn't want him around?"
She seemed taken aback by my response and didn't have much to say in return. I extended my arms to Andrew, "come on, let's go," I offered.
After a lot of deliberation, he took my arm and we started to make our way out of the station.
"You know, sometimes I feel like you're not even listening to me anymore."
