Brianna awoke the next morning with a desperate need for comfort, yet a desire not to be near anyone else. She ignored dozens of missed calls from her mother and Professor Villing, or Carter, as she now knew. She deleted all the voicemails without listening to them, then read a text message from Shanelle, who would arrive home in twenty minutes from brunch with her father.
After leaving the apartment the previous night, Brianna had gone to the athletic building to run the track and work out her frustrations. Her skin wouldn"t stop crawling as her mother"s revelations, and the fact she may have slept with her father, exploded inside her—if Carter was her father. Curiosity over how to explain such a screwed-up story to him crossed her mind the entire time Brianna circled the track. When the
