Lyra POV
I stared at Elias, who stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, surrounded by shattered glass all over the floor.
“Who the hell told you that?” he finally asked, his voice low but tense.
“No one told me,” I replied steadily. “They didn’t have to. At first, I thought it was Luke’s baby. But there’s no reason for him not to be in her life or the baby’s. You, though—you do have a reason. Me.”
“You figured it out on your own?” he asked, sounding more surprised than anything else.
“That, and the fact that everyone around me starts acting really awkward whenever I bring up the baby,” I said. “And it only gets worse when I say that it’s Luke’s.”
“s**t,” he muttered. “Look, there’s no actual proof it’s mine. She just said it was. I don’t even know for sure. And back then—before I
