Emma

I still have not recovered from the shock I felt the day the hospital mailed me the test results. 

Every time I think about it, my chest feels tight. I cannot believe that Knox is not the father of my baby. If it is not him, then who could it be? It certainly is not Ethan. The thought of that man makes my blood boil with anger right now.

I yawn softly as I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. The early morning sun streams gently into my room through the thin curtains. 

It makes the space feel peaceful and calm. I now stay with my father...