Alan pov
I stood there in the fitting room trying to process what the f**k Sasha had just said.
I came to this mall to see her in the first place but I never expected her to pop up right here with a kid calling me dad.
My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. Hazel moved again, grabbing the door handle like she was done with all of this.
I stepped forward fast wanting to go after her but Sasha got right in my way, hand flat on my chest.
“Whoa, where are you going?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Let’s go to my office to talk,” she said before I could answer. “You don’t seem very happy to see me but you called me.”
I looked between the little boy still hiding behind her legs and then back at her. I furrowed my eyebrows hard, raked my fingers through my hair, and let out a slow br
