Chapter 9

"He's three," I lied. "Wren—" "He's Theo's." The words came out perfectly calm. Four years ago, in a hospital bed, this man had looked at my baby's ultrasound and asked whose is it. Now it was my turn. Callum looked at Theo. At Leo. At me. Something inside him visibly broke. "Right," he said hoarsely. "Of course." I carried Leo to the elevator. Theo followed. I didn't look back. It felt so good. It felt like swallowing glass. Callum came to my hotel the next morning. I didn't let him in. I...