Lyra
"What the hell are you talking about?" The question came out low like I hadn't asked it.
My feet froze.
"Xavier. I'm talking about Xavier, Lyra. He is your son. He is our child."
A bitter laugh bubbled from my throat. It wasn't because I was happy, it was because I was angry. I felt so much anger inside me that I couldn't explain it. I couldn't believe this.
"You liar!" I spat, my voice shaking with rage. "How dare you say that?"
"I'm not lying."
"You are!" I scoffed. "How low will you go, Liam?"
"What?"
"Using a child you know I love to get me to talk to you?"
I shook my head, tears of frustration stinging my eyes.
"How dare you do that? And how dare you s**t on my baby's memory like that? My baby died, Liam! I lost him or her or it or I don't even know what gender it wa
