Phil sat in his dimly lit living room, his mind a chaotic swirl of emotions. He replayed the confrontation with Elena over and over in his head, trying to make sense of everything she had said.
Could he have been wrong? Although his initial reaction was driven by shock and confusion, but now, as he sat alone, doubt began to creep in.
He remembered the fire in her eyes when she slapped him, the certainty in her voice when she said he was the only one she'd been with. It was hard to reconcile that certainty with his earlier thoughts of doubt.
But what proof did he have? How could he know for sure? Phil sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. The idea of becoming a father was something he had never truly considered, at least not in this way. Yet, if Elena was telling the truth—and part of him believed she was—then he needed to step up and take that responsibility. Being a father.
