Essel Pov
He casts a sidelong glance at me, worry evident in his eyes while shock fills mine. Turning my head away from him, I attempt to ease the tension in my wide-open eyes, but I find it impossible to do so.
"She was expecting your child?" I finally manage to say after a long stretch of silence.
"Yes," he replies, his voice slow and deliberate.
I press my lips together, choosing my words carefully. My gaze drops to my fingers, which are nervously intertwined and occasionally squeeze together, a habit I have when I'm anxious.
"That’s when Georgia changed; she was terrified, carrying a baby, and I had just betrayed her with her best friend," Tristen confesses, his jaw tightening slightly.
The image of Flo from Tristen's room flashes in my mind—the girl Georgia mentioned in the bath
