My fingers clenched around the phone until my knuckles went white.
The next second, I heard Ida's voice. Certain. Unhesitating.
"I made you a promise, and I don't go back on my word. Besides, my child is your child."
"But..."
She cut him off and patted his shoulder lightly.
"I've already arranged everything. Roland won't find out. Don't worry. And with your condition, your health being what it is, it would be hard for you to have children of your own."
Ida paused for a beat, her tone breezy. "But Roland's different. If he wants another child, I'll just have one with him later."
At the end of the video, Humphrey shot a taunting glance directly at the camera.
So that was all I ever was to her. A sperm donor. A tool.
So when she'd drunkenly murmured about having another baby, this was what she'd meant.
I sat in the car, cold seeping through every inch of my body. My nails dug into the flesh of my palms until they nearly broke the skin, the only thing keeping the fury from consuming me whole.
My hands shook as I was about to tap "save video."
The next second, the sender recalled it.
The blood drained from my face. I ordered the driver to turn around and head straight for Humphrey's residence.