Sofia straightened up, her eyes fixed on his, without a hint of hesitation. “Yes, Alex. He’s yours.” Her gaze was a mixture of resentment and a deep sadness that broke his heart. “He’s our son.”
He staggered, leaning back against the sofa. “But… why? Why didn’t you tell me anything? Why did you keep it a secret?” Indignation mingled with shock, a defense mechanism to avoid succumbing to the avalanche of emotions.
