Carina POV
I am wrapped up in my own thoughts and feelings as Jay and I return home. When we got to the hotel last night, Jay kept on talking about the dog he saw. It rattled him more than the intruders, and it proves my point that I should not register him as my baby’s father. He is not ready for the truth.
I feel terrible about withholding the truth. He trusts me wholeheartedly and would feel so betrayed when he learns I am hiding something from him. Not to mention that I did not back him up last night when the detective interviewed him.
“Ah, great,” he grunts as he parks the car. “Detective Snot is here.”
“Come on, Jay,” I laugh softly at his nickname for the detective. “He’s just doing his job.”
“Then he should do it,” he scoffs. “And stop treating me like an imbecile.”
“Listen,”
