"That's not—"
"That is exactly what it is." My voice was even. Not angry — something colder and more precise than anger. "And I understand why. Because you didn't want to be wrong. You didn't want to tell me something that massive and then have the DNA come back negative and watch me fall apart over nothing." I held his gaze. "I understand the logic. I'm telling you that next time, the decision about what I get to know and when belongs to me."
Silence.
"Yes," he said. "You're right."
"I know." I stood up. "I'm going to bed. I'll go to Eleanor's Sunday and I'll tell you what she says." I paused. "And Dax."
"Yes."
"The person in your inner circle. The one who told Jade about the pregnancy." I met his eyes. "Think about who knew about the announcement date. Narrow the field and tell me
