“Congratulations, Vanessa,” I said softly. “You finally got to keep the man you stole.”
Her expression hardened instantly.
“No one steals trash someone already threw away.”
“You’re right,” I replied. “I was only returning defective merchandise.”
Adrian slammed the hospital door shut.
“That’s enough. Is the baby mine or not?”
My daughter made a soft little noise, barely a cry. Adrian physically flinched as though the baby were evidence in a courtroom instead of his own child.
I reached toward the bedside table and picked up a blue folder.
“Prenatal
