“Yes, a man against whom I have a restraining order forced his way into my apartment and threatened to strike one of my children. Excellent, thank you. My name is Dinesh Mishra—”
The pastor turned on his heel and stalked out of the apartment. Dinesh continued to speak with the dispatcher, while Ida burst into tears. Now Jai was crying too, clinging to Sam like his life depended on it, and no wonder. He probably thought it did.
Sam sighed and bowed his head. “Ida, you shouldn’t have brought him here.”
Ida’s tears dried up. “You have no business being anywhere near my children, you absolute pervert.”
All three children gasped and fell silent. Their sobs had been chased away by their terror, and the shock at hearing Ida speak that way to their beloved uncle. Sam knew where he stood with the kids. He’d thought he knew where he stood with their mother once, but apparently, he’d been wrong.