"Do I look like I'm drunk? From now on, be a good husband and father. Don't let others down." Jasmine Yale smirked, her lips maintaining an upwards arc.
Erin Janus glanced at Jasmine Yale from behind Sylvan Cheney, lifting her chin: "Is it your place to lecture Evan? Do I need you to judge whether he treats me well? Let me tell you, he treats me so well, he personally takes care of me, makes me breakfast, bathes me. So, yes, he's a good husband and father, just not to you. Don't be disappointed, you can't covet other people's men, take your daughter and find her another dad, stop trying to stick to Evan!"
Jasmine Yale looked at Erin Janus behind Sylvan Cheney, and also at Sylvan Cheney's broad shoulders.
She smiled.
Yes, his shoulders already belong to someone else; he's long accustomed to shielding another woman from the storm.
And she, she's learned to protect herself from the elements, no longer needing him.
