She flinched.
“Yes.”
I hated myself for the anger in my voice.
But not enough to stop.
“How often?”
“Six or seven times.”
“He was ashamed.”
“And he never told me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“He was ashamed.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
There was a copy of a DNA report.
“He thought you’d see him differently.”
“I do, now that I know he’d hidden something so important from me for so long.”
Mallory nodded.
“I get it. Although I do hope you manage to see it from his point of view eventually.”
I turned the page.
There was a copy of a DNA report.
“How long after you met did you test?”
Probability of paternity: 99.99%.
My hands went cold.
“How long after you met did you test?”
