“Recovering,” she repeated, raising an eyebrow at me. “And you? What are you doing, Damon? Are you helping her? Supporting her? Or are you just standing by, blaming her for everything? I saw how you looked at her, and I saw how she was looking at you. What are you doing to help her out, Damon?”
“I didn’t ask for this,” I said through gritted teeth. “I didn’t ask to be tied to her. And now there’s a child, a child I didn’t plan for. You can't just expect me to accept that so easily. Not when she lied and chose to hide something like this from me.”
“That child is your blood. Whether or not you planned for her, she’s here now. And Sienna, as much as you may resent her, is the one who carried her and nearly died doing so.” Mom said, snapping Godfrey.
“She’s pushing Isla away,” I said, my fr
