“Where is his father? Why isn’t he part of the child’s life?”
“Because!” I squeeze it out through my tightly clenched teeth.
He steps forward, slams me against the wall, and burns me with a stern look.
“Who is his father, Lena? Tell me!” he snarls.
I twist my head around, biting my lip. I can’t say the truth. It’s forbidden. He will kill us both.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s not you,” I manage, looking straight into his eyes, and slowly dying inside.
“Then why does he look so much like me?” It’s a copy. I’m not blind. Don’t mess with my head! If he’s not my son, then we do a paternity test and talk after that!”
“You won’t dare!”
“If the father isn’t me, then why are you so afraid?”