Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Cris / Elena
[No. He'd said, if she wanted to leave, he'd tell Teresa it was work. He'd told her he wouldn't let her ruin Christmas. He didn't tell her not to and he didn't tell her to go. He was firm on that, in his mind, the moment preserved in acid amber of memory. And she'd left, because she was upset. Of course it would hurt the kid. It was Christmas. If she thought it wouldn't, that was her own brand of delusion, not his.
Cris shook his head and continued to step away when she came closer.] Forget it, Elena. I'm not you. I don't leave her by choice. But, you believe whatever you want about what I'm doing, if it makes you feel better. [He'd let her take Teresa once, and she'd had her for six months. That was the one and only time he was ever going to let that happen. He'd never been without his daughter before and he wasn't going to give her the chance to do it again.
He turned his back on his wife then and began the march back to his car.]