“Stop lying, Margaret.” His hushed yet thunderous voice boomed in all four corners, oozing with intimidation. “What happened was an accident. Forget it.”

“No, no it wasn’t! You took me to your bed, Axel!” She countered, her voice shaky. “I could vividly remember everything! J-Just...”

Margaret sobbed. Even from behind the ajar door, Leal could feel her despair. Of course, who wouldn’t be? No mother-to-be wants her child to be born without a father. That is just a big ...