“Mom, stop shouting at Dad for no reason.” Evan stepped forward. “Dad, it’s okay. I’ll do it.”
Julia threw her hands up. “Oh, so you two are teaming up against me now? Trying to turn Evan against me?! Well, just so you know, Dave… you’re NOT even his real father!”
The kitchen went silent as the sauce on the stove bubbled and popped in the stillness.
My face drained of color. “What did you just say?”
Julia’s hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror at her own words. “I… honey… I didn’t mean for it to happen this way.”
Voir la suite sur la page suivante:
