Chapter 17. Shattered Peace

Samuel

“You’re too young for a baby, Evelyn!”

“Jacob’s right—you should abort it!”

“No, you can’t have a kid when you’re still a kid yourself!”

“I’m going to kill that bastard!”

“Evelyn, think it through!”

A hundred pleas, a hundred desperate arguments—none of them mattered. She was hell-bent on having this baby. And truth be told, I couldn’t force her. Danica and I had her when we were young too. Questioning her now would mean admitting we thought she was less capable than we had been.

And I refused to do that. My daughter could handle this. I knew she could.

As shocking as the news was, my bigger concern was Jacob. That piece of shit’s reaction. I knew what this meant for him—how the word father terrified him, how much he hated himself for the blood that ran through his veins.

He didn’t think he was capable of being a father because he was convinced he’d fail. I’d seen it in him for years—his greatest fear.

“Do you