Closing the laptop, I take my phone out and dial Tiana’s number. The call doesn’t connect but instead goes to voicemail. “Come home, bella. I believe you.” Exhausted from the hell I’ve been through, I walk to the bedroom again, and this time I notice the pair of leggings lying on the floor near the walk-in closet. Moving closer, my stomach bottoms out for a second time today. Her clothes are gone. I swing around, and my eyes fall on the bedside table. I see the pregnancy tests and the cupcake. Daddy.
