Marcus turned and walked away, his footsteps heavy on the path. He got into his car, slammed the door, and drove off into the night, tires screeching slightly as he left.
Marcus drove for what felt like hours, the city lights blurring past him in streaks of neon and gold. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The engine roared beneath him, but it did nothing to drown out the chaos in his head.
She's pregnant.
The words kept repeating, over and over, like a curse he couldn't escape. Fiona his Fiona carrying a child. And according to Caleb, it was his.
Marcus slammed his fist against the steering wheel, the horn blaring for a split second before he regained control. He pulled over on a quiet side road lined with trees, far from the main streets. The car came to a stop under the shadows of overhanging branches. He killed the engine and sat in the sudden silence, breathing hard.
