"It's a simple question," I said to Allisyn.
Her eyes wouldn't meet mine, though, and that gave me the answer.
"How long have you known?"
She fidgeted.
"How long?" I said, my voice getting louder.
"It became pretty obvious about six months ago," she mumbled.
"When was he born?"
Allie shot me a what-does-that-matter look.
"His birthdate," I said. "When was it."
"August seventeenth last year," she said.
I did the math in my head. Yeah, it was only too possible. Kristin had been visiting her folks for much of December that year--the last month of our marriage--and she'd probably been f*****g Randy the whole time. Still, it was entirely too possible that the boy was mine.
"Why didn't you tell me any of this?"
A tear formed in Allie's eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I should've s
