Roman growled, pacing the back porch. He’d been repeating the same phrase for nearly two hours. I was doing my best to relax in one of our new rocking chairs while watching Tessa play in the grass with Loretta. My stomach ached as I clutched a glass of wine to my chest. It was barely five o’clock and I was already a half a bottle in. Day-drinking had never been more necessary. “What do we do now?” I asked, flashing Tessa a forced smile when she turned to make sure I was still there. Tessa had been asking for her mom, but after the way Clare had exploded when the DNA results were read, I’d figured it was best to give her some time alone. I understood. I’d wanted to explode too. It was hard enough to swallow that our embryos had been swapped. But to find out my egg had been knowingly used to create a totally different embryo had hit me like a ton of bricks. “Now?” Roman asked rhetorically. “Now, I’m gonna find that son of a bitch and murder him.” I swirled the Chardonnay in my glass as I asked, “He’s her biological father.
