~ Evie ~
It’s the next day and my head is still spinning from that letter. I need to know. Right now. Is Tom really my dad? Did he lie to me my whole life? Did he know the blood types didn’t match and just… paid someone to fix it? My stomach feels tight, like I might throw up if I think about it too long. Marcus is in prison for life. He’s supposed to be done hurting us. So why send this? To mess with my head? To watch me fall apart from behind bars? I don’t know, but I can’t sit here guessing. I grab my keys, text Jack quick - “running to Dad’s for a bit, be back soon” - and head out before I can talk myself out of it.
The drive is short but every red light feels like forever. When I pull up to the house, Dad’s truck isn’t in the driveway. Good. I wanted to talk to him first, but maybe
