“No, Aoife, I don’t trust you,” I affirm, not sugarcoating anything. “I don’t trust anyone, especially after a paternity test I took was a load of bullshit.”
“That’s not true. You trust Camilla.”
“We’re not goin’ to do this,” I warn, not interested in fighting. “We have to co-exist because of Shay, but I’ll never forgive you for what ya did to Cami.”
Before she can reply, Shay comes running over, eyeing me suspiciously.
He hasn’t warmed to me, and that’s my fault because I’ve kept him at an arm’s distance which isn’t fair to him.
“Hey, wee lad,” I say, hoping my tone sounds light.
“I’m not wee,” he states, standing his ground. “Are ye all right, Mum? Why are ye frowning?”
I can see why Cami is so certain Shay is my son, but I can’t get carried away.
Reaching into my backpack, I pro
