The accusation lingered heavily in the air, a foreign and unwelcome presence in their kitchen. Sarah felt a knot in her stomach, a mixture of disbelief and indignation. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts amid the shock that was threatening to cloud them.
“John, this isn’t about hiding anything. I just don’t understand where this is coming from,” she said, her voice quieter now, tinged with a touch of vulnerability. “We’ve been raising Tim together, and you’ve never questioned his paternity before.”
John crossed his arms, his gaze unwavering. “I just need to be sure, Sarah. I’ve been hearing things… people talk, you know? And I’ve noticed how Tim doesn’t look much like me. He’s got different features, and it started making me wonder.”
