I moved closer.
“I believe I might be.”
“Mom says you are.”
“I believe your mom too. But there’s a simple test that can tell us for certain, and I think you deserve certainty.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. They just rub something gently inside your cheek.”
He nodded seriously.
“Then we should do it.”
He extended his little hand.
I shook it.
Across the room, Rowan turned away, hiding her tears.
THE EMAIL THAT CAME FROM MY OWN ACCOUNT
The following morning, a private laboratory collected samples from me and the boys.
We would get the results the next afternoon.
While Rowan took the children to a bookstore, Taryn called me.
Her voice sounded different.
“Callum, I found the archived email.”
I stood up.
“What email?”
“The one sent to Rowan six years ago.”
My stomach dropped.
“Where did it come from?”
There was a pause.
“Your account.”
“Impossible. I was in London.”
“The company records show you logged in from London that day. But this particular message was sent from Boston.”
I slowly sat back down.
“Which computer?”
Another pause.
