"What?" Michael asked.
"I'll explain later. I'm so sorry." I didn't look at him, I was too ashamed. I walked past him to the door where the banging had momentarily stopped.
I opened the door and two burly men burst in.
"Sandra wants the money." One said, putting his hand out.
"I don't have it." I said miserably.
"Fork it over." The other said.
"I don't have it." I shut my eyes tight, preparing for the worst.
"I'll get Ms Weaver." One said to the other and ran outside.
He came back a few moments later, but followed this time by a young woman, Michael guessed she was in her early twenties.
She was turned to face outside.
"Come on, sweetie!" She cooed to someone that I couldn't see.
She turned around.
"Hey! Lee! My favourite little bastard who is going to give me money!" She said cheerfully.
"Sandra. I don't have any money." I couldn't look at her.
"Aww. Come on. You've been paying me for five years, and you suddenly can't now?" She stroked my face, then slapped me.
"Your child needs clothes and food."
"You actually have a job! I have nothing!" I felt like screaming at her.
"What do you mean? You don't have anything? You used to have it all! You had me! You had a job!" She yelled in my ear.
"Wait, so you and her were together? When?" This was the first time Michael had talked since they came in.
"Before you. I fell in love with her and out of love with her. I was already engaged to you when she told me I had a son."
"And you've been paying her every month?" Sometimes, Michael could be slow.
I nodded, looking down.
"Mommy?" A small boy was tugging on Sandra's expensive coat. I looked at the boy.
"This is Eddie?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"Hey, Eddie." I cooed. He looked at me for a split-second then went to hide behind his mothers legs.
"Eddie. Ignore this man." Sandra commanded her son. He shyed away even more from me.
I couldn't speak. This was the first time I had ever seen my son. He had golden hair, like me, but Sandra's fierce green eyes.
"Mommy? Who's he?" Eddie pointed to me.
"I... I'm your dad." I said, holding back tears. Eddie looked to his mother.
"Is he? Daddy?" I nodded vigorously.
"I'm.. I'm your dad." I repeated, tears now fell free down my cheeks.
"Daddy!" Eddie ran over to me as fast as his little legs would go and hugged me tightly. I was now crying properly as I buried my face into my son's small shoulder.
"I'm your dad. I'm your dad." I kept repeating as if Eddie would somehow believe it more.
"Release my child. He's not your child anymore. By blood, maybe but in no other way." Sandra forced us apart.
I dried my eyes with a sleeve of mine.
"Eddie, we are leaving." She held his hand and dragged him outside. "Get me the money by the end of the week." She called.
The two burly men shrugged and ran ahead to the van.
"Please! He's my son!" I pleaded from the door. "Let me just hug him!"
Sandra and Eddie turned around.
"You gave up that right when you left me." She turned around but Eddie was still facing me.
"I love you, Daddy."
Michael held me as I started crying again.