She didn't want to tell him how the baby was doing. She was angry.
"You have two seconds to get the hell out of my apartment, Damien."
Though...there was that small part of her that was happy to see him. Even though she really didn't want to be.
"Or...or goddamnit, I'll do something."
She just hadn't figured out what, yet.
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