“I’m sorry.”
“Is he the father?”
Olivia bit her lip and bobbed her head. The Sheriff nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his gun pressed against his hip and thigh. The urge to pull it out and shoot Tyler in the head was overwhelming.
“Did you force yourself on her?” he said turning to face Tyler who shook his head.
“Dad!”
“Be quiet!” he shouted pointing a finger at her so she shut her mouth and stepped back. “Eight months, eight f*****g months, Olivia! I have kept my word, I kept my silence, and I waited. I waited for you to tell me, but no, you kept your little secret and now I know why. I know why you kept the fact that your English teacher is the father of your baby.”
“I know what it looks like…”
“Yeah, yeah I do, statutory r**e,” he said facing Tyler. “You do realize she’s seve
