Her harsh, critical statement used to make me shudder when I recalled how badly I had behaved as a youngster.
“Mom,” I murmured, but my voice sounded cold and robotic. She was about to deliver a lecture, but I was too exhausted to listen.
She didn’t spend any time. Brent, you can’t remain with her after this. You looked at the baby. That’s not your child. It isn’t feasible.
“She is definitely my kid. My words trailed off because, to be honest, I wasn’t sure. Not yet. And that doubt, God, that uncertainty was eating me alive. Mom’s eyes narrowed as she approached.
Don’t be so naive, Brent. You have to admit that Stephanie has lied to you. I know you adore her, even if you can’t deny the reality. Her comments were like a blow to the gut. cheated on.
The words remained lodged in my throat even though I really wanted to scream at my mother and correct her. Because I had a little, ruthless voice telling me that maybe she was correct.
