Esme’s POV
I stared at him. Words didn’t come. Not right away.
I wanted to scream. To hit him again. To grab him and beg him to make sense. But I just stood there mouth half open heart kicking against my ribs like it was trying to escape.
Sure, I was certain about who I wanted. But that didn’t give him the right to speak of Dave like that. I thought the relationship between them was good until I came into the picture.
“You followed your own son?” I finally asked but it came out barely above a whisper.
Gerald didn’t flinch. He just looked at me with that same haunted face he always wore when something ugly was about to surface.
“He’s not my son,” he said.
That broke something in my head. I blinked. “What?” Why was he telling me that and how come am just finding out after five years w
