Synopsis
"This baby isn't yours." Simon's eyes went cold the moment I said it. He was still smiling, somehow. But that smile didn't reach anything else. "…Is that so?" That voice. Low, almost soft, like he was being careful with it. It wasn't. I knew that voice. I'd known him long enough to recognize what it meant when his anger stopped being loud and started being quiet. "Then whose child is it?" He wanted a name. And the way he asked—like he was already planning what to do with whoever I said—made my stomach drop. "What would you even do if…
