At this time, it was the eighth month of Sofia's pregnancy, with only one month left to go. My patience had finally worn thin, and I had to wait until she delivered the child. But wouldn't that just bring more confusion?

My mind couldn't erase what I saw at Aurora's house. Could it truly be the truth that I had a child with Aurora? There were so many questions swirling in my head, questions that needed answers. My smart brain, which was usually the reliable part of me, was suddenly dumbfounded.

I sat on my couch, surrounded by empty bottles of whisky that stared back at me. This was not...