Mike
Dammit, all to hell! I can’t tell her. I just can’t. “Why does it matter? The video was sent. What happened, happened. Why are you so hung up on it?”
“Why are you deflecting?”
Abruptly, I’m on my feet, getting ready to pace. I have got to let out all this anger at some point.
Or you could tell her the truth.
Daarn conscience. I can’t. The truth will lead to more lies because I refuse to acknowledge the possibility that Kara might be right.
Lie. Don’t lie.
Facing her, I take in her confused knitted brows and the wheels turning in her beautiful mind. I rake a hand through my hair again and blow air out of my lungs.
If I tell her it was Kara, then who’s to say Elena wouldn’t confront her. She’d see the belly, and I’m sure Kara would dangle the threat that the baby is mine. Then,
