chapter twenty- eight

**Emily POV:**

"So, how's the baby?" Luke asked, breaking the silence between us.

"Great, not thanks to you," I said, smiling ironically.

"So, it's a girl? She'll be very pretty if she takes after her mother."

What the hell does he think he's doing?

"Stop looking at Tyler," I said, trying to coordinate my steps.

"I'm looking at what's mine!" I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, and he laughed as soon as he heard the words coming out of my mouth.

"You two must have a very tumultuous relationship."

"Yeah."

Short and to the point.

"You didn't tell him about the letter, did you?" I almost stopped dancing when I heard that.

"It's you, isn't it?" I questioned.

"No, I'm with your father. And just like the person from the letter watches you, so do we."

"So, my father really tried to kill my daughter."

"Don't worry, that's out of the question now."

"Who put the letter there?"

"We don't know."

"Great, Luke, now I'm going back to Tyler. I'm tired," I said, letting go, and then he pul