"That's right, Tino, you don't give a fuck," she sighed. "As usual."
Mia's hands slipped into her hair and clutched at the back of her head as she stared down at the table and his stupid chicken that she wanted to stab to death with a fork at the moment. "Having kids with me wasn't a conscious choice, Tino. Would you even have considered having them with me if it hadn't happened the way it had? Would you still be around?"