Gavin stops dead in front of me and looks straight into my eyes. “Layla, exactly how much do you know about your father?”
Meeting his gaze I shrug my shoulders. “Not much, just that it wasn’t the right time and that it is better for everyone involved to just let it go. Why are you asking about him?”
“When exactly is your birthday?”
“I will be eighteen in three months. I was born on March twenty-first, nineteen ninety-four. Why?”
Gavin stands there for a moment staring up at the sky. His body is taut with stress and is easily seen.
“Layla, what I am getting ready to tell you is going to shock the hell out of you and I want you to stay calm. Please don’t overreact.”
“Gavin, you’re scaring me.” I answer quietly.
“I’m not trying to scare you. I think that your mother may owe both you and me an explanation.”
“An explanation about what?”
“Layla, I think there is a chance that I may be your father.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I yell, jumping off the picnic table. My first instinct is to run. Leaving him here briefly crosses my mind. I don’t want to be having this conversation but I really have no choice. My car is still at Mellow. I guess if I really wanted to I could walk back to my car. It’s not that far. My instinct is quickly squashed the minute Gavin speaks.
“First of all, watch your mouth; and secondly, do not yell at me. I am trying to sort all of this out myself. You are not the only one who has been left in the dark here.” Gavin rubs his hand back and forth over his head. “I want to have a DNA test run. Would you be willing to submit to a DNA test with me?”
Oh my God! I really did hear him correctly. For a second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.
“Why don’t you just ask mom?” I ask, trying to control my tone. I was raised with some respect even if I want to scream at the present time.
“If she hasn’t told anyone in eighteen years, what makes you think she is going to come out with it now?”
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