What the hell is your problem, Dylan? I’ve never known you to be so cruel. Did you not see the look on her face when you accused her of stalking you and then asked if she was sure the baby was yours? My god, if this weren’t my freaking wedding day, I’d knock your ass out.” Dylan didn’t say a word. He could hear his brother talking, but he was barely listening. He held the picture in his hand, but didn’t dare look at it. If he looked at it and saw his son, he’d lose it. It would be that reminder that he fucked up with her, with his Journey. He’d never witnessed someone’s heart breaking before, but he’d just seen it. His words were cruel, callous, and he was a fucking coward. He walked away from his brother and Stacy, even as Dustin was still talking to him. He took the picture and without looking at it, shoved it in his pocket. Why’d he do it? Because he couldn’t deal with that right now. This was his brother and Stacy’s day and he was fucking it all up.
