I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions.
No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison.
But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no help. He was ready to accept all responsibility, it seemed, even against his best friend and my brother.
“I can’t believe you got my baby sister pregnant, you absolute asshole. I thought we were friends!” The betrayal burned in Dylan’s eyes.
“Now, wait a minute,” I said stepping forward.
Dylan carefully moved me to the side. “Stay out of this, Cynthia.”
“But –”
“You were supposed to be watching her! Protecting her!” Dylan continued to shout.
Asher crossed his arms and accepted the verbal lashin
