SCARLETT
“I mean… why are you guys so serious?” Vincent laughed, though there was something off about the way his lips curled and his eyes watched us—too closely, too calculated. He glanced between Zayden and me with a glint I couldn’t place. “I was only joking. Of course, the child is going to be mine. I’m so excited. She’s my wife, right? Even if I don’t remember everything… I know she’s my wife. So the baby? Definitely mine.”
He smiled as if everything made sense. As if none of us were living in this burning mess of secrets.
“I’m already so, so excited for this,” he added. “The child is all ours. The child is my dad’s…” He paused for just a second, like he wanted us to catch the slip. “…and he’s also mine. So that’s it.”
Then he did something that made my entire stomach twist into
