to bottom assessment, something
like how a scientist checks out
his pet lab animal. Then she pokes
my eyes with hers. Uh-huh, she says.
He must resemble his father.
Oh Yeah, That Bites
In more ways than one. I have to admit Hunter
does look an awful lot like Brendan. I hate to
think just how much. But only two people know
the truth about Hunter’s paternity—Chase and
me. When Mom asked, I told her I wasn’t sure.
The “Father” line
on Hunter’s birth
certificate claims:
Unknown. One
day, I know, he’ll
ask about his dad. I’ll lie to him, too.
Better I look like a sleep-around
slut than he should ever find out
he is the by-product of rape.
Anyway, Leigh
doesn’t know, so
Heather doesn’t
either. She did
mean to wound
me with her jab,
but not mortally.
I decide to let
it drop. At least
for a little while.