Joey’s Pov
Adyson and I walk hand in hand to my office but we are both silent on the way. She asked to talk in private and is acting nervous. I have a feeling that I know what this is about. My own heart beat starts to race as I chew the inside of my cheek. The walk feels longer than the five minutes it is usually. We finally reach the office and I lock the door behind us so no one can disturb us. I sit on the sofa and pull Adyson to sit beside me. Although I have an idea of what is happening I give her the time to speak, just sitting beside her patiently.
“A-J isn’t your son,” she blurts out and then looks at me. Her eyes are bloodshot as she tries to hold back her tears, her lip trembles.
I smile at her softly and run my hand down her face. “He is my son.” I tell her with certainty
