59 BAD DYLAN

Zachary

I looked at the child in front of me with eyes wide open. My mind is trying to digest all the information he said just now, and the thing that registered in my mind is that Athena Park is his mother, the woman in my diary, who is my fiance, and this child is my son. My son echoed that word in my mind. I have a son. How? When? Why? And no one in my family mentions them. Many questions are stumbling in my mind, and I'll get all the answers from my parents as soon as they come.

"Jason, what is this? What is this child talking about? He is my son. How did it happen? Why didn't I know about it? Most of all, no one mentions them to me. Are all of you hiding something from me all this time?" I asked softly. I didn't want to scare the child in front of me who was staring at me with eyes brimming with tears, regardless of my anger boiling inside me. How could they hide this vital information from me? I have a child? Is he telling the truth? But looking at him and how young he is, I'm s