Page 96 of What Is Love
She gasped. “Reid Maxwell Cruz, what have you done?”
“She needs to know,” was his response.
His eyes.
I didn’t have Mother’s gray eyes or Father’s light blues. I had greenish hazel. Eyes that could have only come from one person.
“Bram is going to be pissed.” What Reid’s mother said pulled me out of my thoughts.
Bram.
I’d seen his eyes many times. I’d recognized them, but hadn’t known why.
I turned to Wyatt. “Is Bram short for something?”
He had been watching the exchange between Reid and his mom, looking confused. The confusion didn’t go away even when he stared at me. “Yeah. It’s short for Abraham.”
“As in Abraham Kane?” I asked with my heart in my throat.
“Yes.” Reid was the one who answered me.
I turned to him, fighting to remain calm. “That’s what you knew about me?”
Reid stared at me with a tense jaw and nodded.
“Oh, shit,” Wyatt blurted as if just figuring it out. He was the only one I had told that Noah Kendry wasn’t my biological father.
“Is that why you don’t like me?” My voice cracked and my eyes began to burn.
“Yes and no,” he answered.
I had to turn away before I screamed at him.
“Will someone explain what the fuck is going on?” Roe snapped.
“Bram is Charlotte’s biological father,” Reid said, shocking the hell out of Roe.
“You knew that this whole time.” Wyatt sounded pissed. “Why would you keep that from us?”
“Shit, Bram is heading over,” Reid’s mom said, sounding panicked.
We all turned to see him walking our way. His eyes—the eyes I’d inherited—scanned over us until they landed on me. As we stared at each other, a tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. He stopped walking as the realization washed over him. He knew I had found out the truth.
I walked away from our group. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to see any more evidence of what could have been.
“Charlotte,” he called out to me as I passed him.
I ignored him and kept walking.
It isn’t fair.
It’s so fucking unfair.
The closer to the car I got, the angrier I got. I didn’t want to believe I could have had a better life. That wasn’t what was meant for me. It couldn’t have been better. I was in hell. I was being punished. He was not good. Abraham Kane was not a good man.
And I would prove it.
When I got to Wyatt’s car, I opened his door and leaned in to grab the crowbar on the floor.
