[Where do you live, sweetheart? I'll bring you candy.]
On and on they went.
I started shaking.
This couldn’t be real.
I just checked my phone minutes ago. None of this was on it!
“This isn’t me! I didn’t take these! I don’t even know where these photos and videos came from!”
I was trying to hold it together, but my voice cracked as I spoke.
My mind was spinning, scrambling for any memory, any explanation.
How the hell had this happened?
Garth's POV
But my phone had been in my pocket the whole day—there’s no way anyone could’ve touched it.
Suddenly, Naomi slapped me hard across the face.
“Garth! I can’t believe you’d stoop so low—forcing your own daughter to do something this disgusting!” she screamed. You don’t deserve to be a father. You’re vile!”
My ears rang, and my vision blurred due to the impact of the slap. My head also jerked to the side, and that’s when I caught my daughter’s eyes.
She was pale from the pain, but there was something else in her gaze. Something fleeting. A flicker of guilt she tried to hide.
It was her.
I lunged toward her and gripped her shoulders as panic bubbled up in my chest.