The next day, Bryan Johnson found was sitting in the visitation room at the central jail, waiting for Stefania Brown. His mind raced as he prepared for the conversation that would determine his next move. He had no interest in rekindling anything with her, but he needed answers—answers that could help him take back control of his life, his legacy, and Amara.
When Stefania finally entered the room, Bryan’s eyes were immediately drawn to her large, pregnant belly. She walked in with an air of bitterness and anger, clearly furious at her situation. Without saying a word, she sat down across from him, her sharp eyes glaring into his.
Bryan didn’t flinch. He had his own fire burning inside him.
After a moment of tense silence, Bryan spoke, his voice low but cutting. "Who’s the father of your
