“Thunder, you didn’t say you have a daughter,” says the Bear, examining the “...object...” of my security, tearing me from a comatose state.
—She’s not mine,” I answer, full of doubt. My voice is hoarse; I can’t make myself believe my own eyes.
Zarrazza!! Chris tricked me!!! But how?! How could she?!!! I saw the abortion documents! “She couldn’t lie to me! She wouldn’t! Probably…” — pounding in my temples.
—Archie, Yasya is not mine!” I try to convince him, more than myself.
—Are you sure about that? — Chad puts fuel on the fire, smirking harmlessly. He studies my stunned face. —Gromov! She has your eyes!” He points at the little one, and I quietly go feral.