Page 156 of When a Soul Cries

I turned the radio up.

But now I could see them both.

Mack's eyes.

The baby's eyes.

His nose.

Hers.

That same little crease between the eyebrows.

My foot slowly eased off the gas.

“What the fuck…”

The radio kept playing, but I couldn't hear it anymore.

Suddenly I was back in my house two years ago.

Soleia standing in front of me.

Crying.

Her whole body trembling.

Telling me something I refused to hear.

Mack denying every word.

I remembered calling her a liar.

My hand connecting with her face.

Once.

Her head snapping sideways.

Then again.

And the look she'd given me afterward.

She hadn't looked angry.

She'd looked broken.

My throat tightened.

*What if she wasn't lying?*

The thought came so quietly I almost pretended I hadn't had it.

“No.”

*What if Mack really did touch that girl?*

I gripped the steering wheel harder.