Dax

I can’t believe what Kandace is saying.

She goes on. “Molly is mine. I carried her and gave birth to her. I wake up in the middle of the night and soothe her. I feed her and clothe her. I tuck her in…most nights. I wake her and bathe her. Molly is not yours; she’s mine.”

I take a step back. “Right, Kandace. I’m a shit father because I didn’t know she even existed.”

“Don’t you get it? You left. You ...