Nathan's POV
The minutes that followed felt like hours. The doctor and nurses moved quickly, carrying our blood samples away while Hailee lay silently on the hospital bed, her face pale and turned to the wall.
Callum stood with his arms crossed, trying to stay calm, but his jaw was tight, and I could see the muscle ticking near his temple. Dane leaned against the wall, his hand over his mouth, his eyes dark and unreadable.
As for me, I couldn't stop pacing. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears.
Every thought twisted like a blade in my chest.
One of us. One of us is the father.
The words kept echoing over and over.
How could she keep that from us? How could she lie all this time?
Then again, I already knew deep down that something about those boys pulled me in ways I couldn't explain. Every time I looked at Oscar, I felt a strange familiarity, like looking at a younger version of myself. But I never dared to say it out loud.
