Wrench Elie is quiet on the drive over to her parent’s place. She’s disappointed that we won’t be able to find out the baby’s paternity until it’s born. I know she’s going to do nothing but worry until the moment we know the truth. However, I won’t let her risk that baby inside of her for anything. Am I worried that Kyle could be the father? A little. But it won’t make a damn difference; the baby will never know I’m not its real father. I’ll make damn sure of it. No child deserves to know they are the product of rape, especially if you need not tell them. To each their own, but I want this baby to know me as their father, no one else. I know I haven’t been much of a man lately, but I will make it up to Elie, no matter how long it takes. When we pull up, I notice my dad’s bike is parke

