My husband left me alone at my boss’s Christmas dinner, then texted, “Work came up. Sorry, Issa.”

“Your sister called the county records office.”

My chest tightened.

“They have a certificate on file with the same registration number.”

“And?”

“The details don’t match.”

I stared at her.

“What doesn’t match?”

“The father.”

“Daniel?”

“He isn’t listed on the original record.”

I leaned back.

Priya continued.

“There was an amended certificate filed fourteen months later.”

“After Tyler and I were together.”

“Yes.”

“Who filed it?”

“We don’t know yet.”

My thoughts began racing.

Daniel had been my boyfriend.

He had been with me through most of my pregnancy.

He had disappeared shortly before I gave birth after telling me he wasn’t ready to be a father.

At least that was how I remembered it.

He resurfaced months later only to sign away parental rights.

I had hated him for years.

“What name is on the original certificate?”

Priya looked toward the bookstore.

Then back at me.

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