“You could be throwing away everything you have,” my mother says.

“Everything you’ve worked for since you were little could be taken away,” my father says, and I hold up my hand.

“You can either be with me or not, Dad,” I say, “but if you aren’t on Caroline’s side, then you aren’t on my side. Now, I’m going to go up there and try to get her head out of her ass because if I know her like I think I do, she is probably already thinking of leaving. I have to tell you, if she leaves me, I’m not going to rest until she is with me. I will turn over every fucking rock on earth.”

“I just want you to recognize the danger you are putting yourself in,” my father says, and it’s Matthew now who walks over to him.

“Dad,” he says. “If you met Mom, and she had Allison and me, and my father was Andrew, would you walk away from her?” he asks quietly. “As a dad, I know what you’re doing. I would do the same thing, but we both know you didn’t raise your kids not to follow their heart.”

“I blame you,” my mom says to my father. “It’s all your fault our children are like this.” He grabs her around her shoulders and pulls her close and they look at me. “You’re right about Caroline. She’s already planning on leaving.”

“What?” Matthew hisses, and I look at her.

“She came to me yesterday after everyone left, and she got Dylan settled down.” She looks at my father. “She would have been gone if Allison hadn’t walked into the room and grabbed her bag. She pleaded with us to just let her go.”

Without waiting for anything else, I run to the elevator and press it five times. When the doors open, my parents and Matthew squeeze in with me before the doors close. “I need to talk to Dylan,” I tell Matthew.

“I have it covered,” Matthew says, and when I finally open the door to my house and see both of them sitting on the couch, it’s now my knees that almost give out. Dylan jumps off and runs to me, tears running down his face, and I crouch down to grab him in my arms as he hugs me with everything he has.

“I’m here,” I say to him as he cries in my neck. “I’m here, buddy.”

“I love you,” he whispers, and I hug him to me.

“Love you, too, buddy.”

“I’m sorry it’s all my fault,” he says to me.

“It’s no one’s fault,” I say and put him down. I see Caroline on the couch, trying not to cry, and I’m waiting for her to fight it. Waiting to see how high the wall she built is.