RENEE

Robert’s expression shifted before he responded, his words piercing deep into my already wounded heart. "Renee, I was married. Not any longer. She is…” 

"I'm his son.” Someone interrupted, the all too familiar voice high-pitched and unwavering.

I spun on my heels, almost tripping over the hem of my dress, as I stared in horror at the sight before me.

Dylan was the owner of that voice, and he was standing right behind Robert.

Fuck… I'd completely forgotten about his ...