~ Evie ~
Everyone's eyes are on me now - Dad, Claire, Jack next to me, and Marcus with that calm smile like he owns the room. He just said he'd want custody, trust funds, all that crap, like the baby's his. But it's not. It's Jack's. Ours. And I can't let this go on.
"No," I say again, louder this time. My voice shakes a bit, but I push through. "It's not his. Marcus, you're full of s**t. You know we never got that far. Not really."
Marcus leans back in his chair, still smiling, but his eyes get a little hard. "Evie, come on. We tried. A lot. And yeah, sometimes it didn't work out, but there were times..."
"Bullshit," I cut him off. I stand up, my legs feeling wobbly, but I need to move. "There were no times. You couldn't stay in. Not once all the way. So stop lying."
Dad holds up a h
