(Amelia)
He came to my office the next morning. I'd known he would.
I'd barely slept. I'd spent the night sitting up with the truth I'd held for five years, turning it over, trying to decide what was left to protect now that a whole atrium had seen my son's face beside his. By the time Nathaniel knocked on my door, I still didn't have an answer. I only had the old reflex, the one that had carried me this far. Deny. Hold the line. Give nothing.
"You didn't sleep either," he said, taking in my face.
"Say what you came to say."
He shut the door and stood there, and he looked as worn as I felt. Whatever he'd done with his night, it hadn't been restful.
"I want a paternity test," he said.
There it was. Laid on the desk between us, plain, unavoidable.
"No," I said.
"Amelia."
"No. You d
