Aiden
I should have known the irritating, restless feeling in my chest the first day I saw the boy was recognition.
Or maybe I had known all along and chose to deny it because he reminded me of a version of myself I hated. A version that belonged to a past I wasn't ready to face. A weakness and life I erased.
"He's not yours. Do you think I would have had him if he was?"
Her words echoed in my head as the silence in the car grew heavier than before.
I stared out the window, jaw locked, nails biting into my thigh hard enough to hurt.
She should have done a better job if she wanted me to believe her.
I knew it the moment our eyes met. The way her gaze flickered, the sharp edge in her voice, the way she spoke too fast, defensively. It was f*****g obvious she was lying. And I hated that
