“It’s a prenatal paternity test. Some of those blood tests the doctor did as soon you were taken off bed rest a few days ago? Yeah, they weren’t all regular tests. We conducted a fetal cell analysis, comparing the genetic profile of the fetal cells in your bloodstream to mine. It wasn’t a match. I’m not the father.” I run a hand through my hair. “But then again, you already knew that, didn’t you?”
