Father's Love

Samantha's expression softened briefly, then hardened again.

"You had your chance, Marcus. You chose to walk away. Now, you must accept my decision to move forward with my life."

"Move on? By leaving and taking my son away from me?" I exclaimed, feeling a surge of panic.

"And you expect me to respect that?"

"Yes,"she responded, her tone flat. "Elijah and I have a great opportunity in another country with my job, and we're taking it."

"You can't just take him away!" I argued.

"Marco is my son. I can't bear to lose him!"

"You've already lost him since I have custody," Samantha stated.

"Now, it's time for you to move forward," I stated firmly.

"Marco is my son. He's a part of me," I emphasized.

"He's also a part of me," Samantha countered.

"And I'm his mother. I have the right to make decisions about his life," I asserted.

"But it's not fair!" I protested once again.

"I love him just as much as you do," I pleaded.

"That may be true," Samantha acknowledged, "but it doesn't change the fact