ALEXANDER“Thank you, Ms. Fuller. I appreciate you meeting with me.” I said, taking the seat across from her. “We’ve been seeing you with Bailee Johnson and her daughter Brinley Johnson. Rumors have it that you’re Brinley’s biological father. Is that true?” “It’s Bailee Evans, and no. Caleb Johnson is Brinley’s father. Bailee is fiercely loyal to those she loves, and I have no doubt that she was completely faithful to her ex-husband. She and I weren’t even in contact during her marriage.” “We already know that is false from the DNA test provided to the judge. Caleb Johnson was proved not to be her father.” She smirked as if she had me. “The test provided by Caleb’s team? Knowing both parties, I know who can and cannot be trusted.” I wanted to look over her shoulder into the camera she had set up there as a message to Caleb, but the viewers would just twist it as me being malicious or lying. “That is a big accusation.” She said, licking her lips with excitement as she adjusted in
BAILEE The second the plane touched down, my stomach twisted so tight I thought it was going to fall right out of my body. I wasn’t even sure if that was possible, but it sure as hell felt like it would happen. Not even Brinley’s constant crying and the passengers around us complaining about he
BAILEE Still, as this was the closest airport and most people moved to the city when they were old enough to leave home, I knew there would be at least one person here who recognized me. Yet, when I looked up, no one was even looking in our direction, to my relief. Brinley gripped my shirt,
ALEXANDER EIGHT YEARS AGO (Eighteen years old) “You’ve been acting off. Did Bailee do something? Jacob told me she's been weird lately, but I think that's because she has a crush on him. But if she did something to make you uncomfortable, I could talk to her.” Ben asked, catching me looking outsi
BAILEE - PRESENT DAY Ben pulled his hat down lower as he opened the door to the employee entrance, allowing me and Brinley to go in first. The best part about the town hating me and my parents was that they avoided the resort like a plague. Instead, it was flooded with tourists, and tourists we
BALIEEMy father looked stressed as he sat behind his desk, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. He should be. It may be their business, but borrowing that kind of money from my husband should have been something they discussed with me first. At the very least, they should have mention
Ben’s schedule was way more intense than mine was. I worked the same hours every day. He traveled around the country, having practices both in the mornings and the afternoons, and he never had consistent hours because of the time zone shifts. It was just another excuse. “Let’s just get this over w
ALEXANDERIt had been years since I had the freedom to drive through a small town, cruising down the empty streets with the windows down. The air felt thinner, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the elevation difference between the city and here or if the air was just less polluted. Still, as