Carina
"What the hell, Malcom?" Nancy asks, her mouth hanging open as she stares at him.
"Don't tell me that you can't see the resemblance. The girl has my eyes and the rest of her face might be her mother's, but the rest? That is all mine. She is a perfect mixture of the two of us." He says, sounding upset and I can't say that I blame him. I would also be pissed if I had to find out I had a child that I didn't know for the past thirty years.
"That's not possible, Maggie wouldn't have kept something like this from you. She loved you Malcom." Nancy says as if she is talking with a wounded kitten and she is afraid he might attack to defend himself.
"Don't come with that s**t, Nancy. We both know why she would've kept this from me." He says, lowering his voice at the end. I stand there
