“It seems you’ve done a lot with your time in California,” she said, slowly moving toward the van. If she could get in, she could drive away, keep Ian safe, call Shaun…
“I could have done more, could have gone to Washington, but for these f*****g Tanners. Imagine my surprise to find you here, with them, and ten years later. How old is your kid? About ten?”
Clenching her back teeth, she refused to answer him. She took another step towards the van.
“That’s far enough,” Ted said and showed her the gun he had hidden behind him. “You know, I don’t care if the kid is mine. Having someone who expected me to take care of them, to pay for everything, wasn’t part of my plan. So, it worked out that you didn’t pursue me for child support.”
“Ian is mine,” she said, thinking how to keep her child sa
