The smirk wiped away pretty quickly at that. Marcie felt a bit sick with worry for Kaden, and her hand tightened around the fork, dying to sink it into the back of the smug fucker's hand. Their food was being delivered, Much's bagel and Marcie's croissant, but she found that her appetite had left her. She gritted her teeth and jiggled her knee anxiously. Should she tell Apollo that she'd tried to convince Kaden to return the baby and come back, or stay silent and betray nothing? Tension felt like it was wiring her jaw shut, too afraid to say the wrong thing.