What?”
“You’re not seriously going after her.”
“Those babies…”
She squeezed my sleeve.
“Could belong to anyone.”
I looked through the rearview mirror.
Laura was getting smaller in the distance.
One tiny head rested against her chest.
And suddenly a thought entered my mind that I had spent eleven months making sure I never had to consider.
What if I had been wrong?
A year earlier, I had believed Laura was destroying our marriage.
The evidence had seemed overwhelming.
It began with money.
