Lincoln lowered his head, palming his forehead. From his sniffles, Zayne knew he was sobbing.
"Why was he just that lucky? Always having what he wanted. Me? I'm always a second choice. To our family, I was a second choice. Sage was better. Even to Adriana, I eventually became a second choice. And then there is Evelyn…I'm also a second choice to her."
He dry-laughed. "Even if she knew I was her real father, she'd never look at me the way she did Sage. Sage always kept her close. He loved her, I wouldn't deny that. He deserved to be called her father, because she never lacked anything, not with him. But…but what about me…?"
"I could've given her everything too if I was just given a chance. But here I am, a fucking pathetic loser. I can't even look her in the face when I see her… When my own daughter looks at me, she looks at me like I'm…some stranger, and nothing hurts more than that."
