#Chapter 20 - Paternity Test

Layla My heart shuddered to a halt. Blood buzzed in my ears, like my stagnant heart had caused it all to pool in my head. The sky whited out, and all I knew were Aldo’s lips moving as he formed the question: Eli’s mine, isn’t he? Why. Why had he suddenly asked that? What could possibly have led him to such a conclusion? Where had my act failed? Had I showed my hand— No. I pulled in a deep, shuddering breath, forcing my lungs to unlock. Forcing my heart to resume its steady beat in my ribcage. I had to stay calm. I hadn’t given anything away, I was certain of it. He didn’t know anything for sure; there was no way he knew anything for sure. If I panicked, it would only confirm his suspicions. So I tilted my head back to meet his gaze. Ran my fingers through my hair, twining the long blonde strands through the digits. And I looked him dead in the eye. “What on earth would make you think that?” “Marco didn’t even come to America until seven years ago.” I barked out