Adoption?
Impossible.
I had given birth to Caleb.
Affair?
Had Darius fathered another child?
Had he somehow convinced himself Caleb belonged to someone else?
Was Simone claiming something?
I remembered the fertility clinic.
The thought arrived so suddenly I actually sat upright.
Caleb had been conceived through IVF.
We never hid that from him.
After two miscarriages and years of trying, our doctor referred us to Greenhaven Reproductive Medicine.
One retrieval.
Three viable embryos.
The first transfer failed.
The second became Caleb.
The third, we were told, had stopped developing before freezing.
I carried Caleb for thirty-nine weeks.
I felt him kick.
I watched his profile on ultrasound screens.
I delivered him after twenty-one hours of labor.
What could another woman possibly have to do with that?
Unless—
No.
I refused to complete the thought.
A flight attendant approached.
She was probably in her forties, with kind eyes and a professional smile that vanished the moment she saw my face.
