(Jade)
Nora was three weeks old when Tasha brought it up again. She waited until we'd finished dinner and the dishes had been washed. Nora was asleep in her bassinet beside the couch after her evening bottle. The house was finally quiet.
Tasha looked at me across the room. "We need to talk," she said. I already knew what she meant before she said another word. I'd been expecting it.
"It's about the DNA test, isn't it?" I asked. She nodded once without looking away. There wasn't any point pretending I didn't know. We'd been avoiding the conversation for weeks.
"You can't keep putting it off," she said. "Nora deserves to know who her father is." I looked over at the bassinet before answering. My chest tightened.
"I know she does," I said quietly. "I just keep hoping I won't have to do t
