He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

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“Is the baby healthy?” I asked.

He made a sound that was almost a laugh.

“Of course you know.”

“I asked whether she is healthy.”

“She is.”

“She isn’t mine.”

“I held her for two hours before the results came.”

His voice broke.

“Lila kept saying the test was wrong.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you?”

He was silent.

“I lost everything for a lie.”

“No, Daniel.”

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