Andrew Carter
Cloe is clinging to my leg, staring at Fiona with wide, frightened eyes. Fiona was looking at me in shock. I hadn't wanted anyone in my family to know about Cloe yet, especially not Fiona. I simply don't trust any of them.
"Whose child is this, Andrew?" she demands again, her face a mask of disbelief.
"My daughter," I replied flatly.
"Your daughter?" Her voice rose sharply. "You're not in a relationship. How can you have a daughter? It's illogical."
"My personal life is none of your business. Get out of my house. Now." I try to keep my voice calm, not wanting to scare Cloe further.
Fiona glances at Cloe, then seems to make an effort to compose herself, realizing her outburst was over the top. "But... you were tricked. This girl, she's blonde," she accuses, her voice la
