At 10:03 p.m., the hospital called—my ex-wife was unconscious, pregnant, and dying… and the child she’d been hiding was mine

it.

“I’m the father,” I said.

“Biologically, likely. Legally, not established.”

“Then establish it.”

“Hannah must consent to prenatal paternity testing if she regains consciousness. Otherwise, we wait.”

I stared at him.

“Wait?”

Adrian held my gaze.

“The law moves slower than grief, Jack.”

I almost smiled.

“The law moves as fast as I tell it to.”

“No,” Adrian continue reading …