EVELYN'S POV
My ears perked up as soon as I heard Marcel's words. Instant curiosity struck me while I dashed towards the door. My eyes remained pinned against the little, perfect mirrored image of Sebastian; it was his son, standing right by my door.
The frown on my face deepened, and I turned my back away from the door before walking back into the house.
"Babe?" Marcel called out to me. I stopped and turned to face him while plain anger and irritation coursed through my veins.
"What?" I asked, still unable to hide the bitterness I had.
"It's a child. We can't just leave him out here." Marcel explained. He strained his voice; basically, he was walking on eggshells around me. I couldn't blame me; he had seen me get angry once.
"I have no responsibility for that thing; I
