Chapter 116: Do You Really Have To?
Roman
She knows.
Savannah finally knows that spineless prick isn’t her biological father. I could see it in her eyes when she read me that damned letter—like the last string holding her together had just snapped. And me? I’m lying here with her sprawled across my chest, the paper still crumpled in her fist, her body shaking as she sobs into me. My arms are around her, but I’m useless. I don’t know how to console her without becoming the bastard she’ll hate later.
I should have told her myself. Christ, I should’ve just grown a pair and told her straight to her face. Instead, I waited. I told myself I’d find the right moment, when things were calm, when she was strong enough to hear it. But that moment never came. And now? Now it’s too f*****g late.
