Two dads

Chapter 67

As the door closed faintly in the distance, Arlo released a deep sigh, his chest heaving with frustration. He watched Willis leave, his words lingering in the air like smoke after fire.

But most importantly, the weight of Ivory’s words pressed down on him, suffocating him.

He wanted to lash out, or scream. He wanted to do anything to release the pent up emotions clawing at his insides, but instead he remained still, rooted to the spot, torn between anger and the gnawing ache of regret and heartbreak.

Ivory, on the other hand, was struggling to keep her composure. Her heart still pounded in her chest. Arlo was an old wound, and the fact that he ignored the hurt he caused her added to her hurt.

Her gaze flickered toward Marvin, who sat wide-eyes at the table, probably trying to wrap his head around the party.

“Mommy, do I have two dads?”

Ivory buried her face in her palms, massaging her forehead tiredly.

“You’re right, Marvin,” Arlo intervened, his voice shaky betraying