Tanner turns to her, his eyes cold and distant. The look alone makes Charlotte's panic grow even more.
But then he laughs.
The sound is low, humorless, so cold that it sends a chill down her spine. Confusion flashes across her face, but it's drowned by the deepening fear inside her.
"Can I see the test for that pregnancy?" Tanner asks once his cold laugh fades.
Charlotte fumbles in the pocket of her jacket. "This is why I've been waiting for you so eagerly... to show it to you," she says, pulling out the pregnancy test kit.
She holds it up. Two clear lines. Positive.
Tanner glances at the test, then back at her, his expression unreadable. A smirk curls on his lips.
"Congratulations," he says flatly. "So, who's the father?"
Charlotte's eyes widen. "What do you mean? You are the father," she stammers, trying to stay composed.
