A Lot Of Strange Fun

Hazel

Victor pulled back a little, his thumb brushing over my damp cheek as he asked, “And how do you know that?”

My chest tightened. The words burned at the back of my throat, ready to break everything open. “I know what I'm saying, Victor. I'm very certain that the child isn't Caleb's. It can't be.”

Could it? Could he have? That's not possible. Or is it? He said he'd never. Could it be possible