“I’m fine with the truth,” I replied. “But give me my baby.”
He hesitated before handing Addison to the nurse instead of me, like I had somehow contaminated her.
My mother finally exploded. “Ethan, you should be ashamed—”
He cut her off immediately. “Don’t lecture me. I know what I know.”
The nurse gently placed Addison back in the bassinet and stepped between Ethan and the baby.
“Sir,” she said firmly, “if you keep raising your voice, I will call security.”
Ethan clenched his jaw but said nothing more. His eyes stayed locked on me.
“You can’t fool me,” he said quietly, with a certainty that frightened me more than his shouting. “The test will prove it.”
I looked down at my newborn daughter and felt something inside me shift—cold and clear.
If Ethan wanted a test, he would get one.
