I can tell those words hit him hard - his eyes instantly fill with hurt. He just looks at me, "I might not be her biological father, but that kid owns a piece of my heart," he says, each word dripping with pain.

I stare back at him as my anger suddenly drains away, replaced by a wave of guilt. Shit. I know I really screwed up.

Without another word, Leo turns and walks away.

I take off running after him.

"Leo!" I call out.

But ...