"Kayla. Those little girls could have your eyes and your hair. Your features, your personality, your everything, I would still know they're mine. I walked into your house today, and I knew. There's no taking that away from me."
"I'm scared," I admit, unable to slow my pounding heart. "I'm scared you're going to hurt them. Hurt me. I'm scared even if you don't, it's going to change them forever."
His gun is still at my temple, and I wrap my hand around the barrel. "I'm scared about your revenge, for trying to kill you."
