Chapter 117

SEBASTIAN

The parking lot asphalt was hot enough to melt the soles of my shoes, but all I could feel was ice in my veins. Poppy, my Poppy, was a wreck, sobbing into the hoodie of my son.

My son.

The word was acid and molten magma in my throat. Simon was proof that I had screwed up in the past, and I wanted to remain untainted and perfect in front of my Poppy.

"Get your hands off her," I snarled. I didn't shout. I never needed to, but I would be lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t want to right now. He had used...