~ Evie ~
My head’s been spinning since I shut my eyes last night. Karlos Spenser. My real dad. The guy whose face looks exactly like mine if you age it up twenty-five years. I can’t pretend anymore. I need to know the rest.
I set the mug down too hard. “Jack, I’m going today. To see him. Karlos.”
Jack freezes with the sandwich halfway wrapped. He turns slow, that easy smile dropping right off his face. “What the f**k, Evie? We talked about this last night. You said you were gonna talk to Tom again, push him a little.”
“I did talk to Dad. He admitted it, I told you. Karlos is my bio dad. His wife still hates me, still wants to ruin us. But I can’t just sit here with half the story. I need the whole thing. For me. For us.”
Jack wipes his hands on a dish towel, hard, like he’s trying to
