The card said:
We both made mistakes. Let’s think about the baby.
Celeste read it and raised one eyebrow.
“He means let’s think about the money.”
Two weeks later, the medical report confirmed what I had known all along. Nolan was the biological father. I expected the truth to feel powerful. It didn’t. It felt sad. He had thrown away his wife and unborn child because suspicion had been easier than trust. No test could repair that.
