The Unborn

Chapter 293: The Unborn Roman He’s lying. The thought arrived with strong certainty like a reflex meant to protect what remained of my sanity. It planted itself firmly in my mind and refused to move. He has to be lying. Because if he wasn’t… then everything I believed about the past—about Dahlia, about Naomi, about myself—would unravel into something unrecognizable. How could the child Dahlia carried have been mine? The time difference didn't match up. Someone is definitely lying… “How dare you,” I growled, my fingers tightening in the fabric of his collar until my knuckles burned. “What kind of twisted nonsense are you spewing? First you made it seem like Reese was the father. Now you’re saying the child was mine? What are you? What kind of demon manipulates truth like this?” My voice rose without my permission. “The child wasn’t mine!” He did not resist my grip. He did not look threatened. If anything, he regarded me with a calm that felt more violent than any strike. “Be