“We’re having a daughter.”
“I know.”
Something about the way Chloe answered unsettled me. She did not look overwhelmed with happiness or relief.
She looked worried.
That was when I noticed the baker standing near the gate to our backyard. She had personally delivered the cake that morning, but now she was watching Chloe with an expression that made me uneasy.
When she realized I was looking at her, she quickly motioned for me to come over.
“I need to show you something.”
“What?”
“Not here.”
She led me toward her delivery van and pulled out her phone. Once we were away from the other guests, she lowered her voice.
“Your son-in-law came to the bakery this morning.”
I frowned.
“Spencer?”
“Yes. He told us the envelope from the doctor contained the wrong result.”
My stomach tightened immediately.
“How would he know that?”
Instead of answering, she opened the bakery’s security footage on her phone. The video clearly showed Spencer standing at the counter earlier that morning, but he was not alone.
