“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

the carrier. “Oh. How sweet. Are you babysitting?”

“No,” I said. “I’m mothering.”

Her smile froze.

Adrian’s fingers finally closed around the envelope.

“What game are you playing?” he muttered.

I said nothing.

He opened it.

The first page showed the paternity test.

I watched his eyes move across the lines.

Once.

Twice.

His face drained of color so fast it was continue reading …