Chapter 31 Tick Tock,Baby Daddy

• The morning sun poured weakly through the blinds, casting long slanted shadows across the room. Regan sat at the edge of his bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands tangled in his hair. He had barely slept a wink, haunted by everything that had unfolded the previous day — Zara’s angry words, Imani’s blackmail, and the mess his life was spiraling into.
• His phone vibrated on the nightstand.
• A new message.