“What?” I asked.
He sat beside me.
“She called my sister before she came here.”
I waited.
“She told her she was going to prove something about the baby.”
My stomach tightened.
“What exactly did she say?”
“She didn’t say what the substance was. But she told my sister she had been watching the baby since we announced the pregnancy.”
I looked down at my son.
Watching.
The word made the room feel colder.
My husband continued.
“She also told my sister she had already decided the baby wasn’t mine before he was born.”
My mother looked up sharply.
“So she planned this?”
He nodded.
“That’s what it sounds like.”
I remembered my mother-in-law’s words beside the bassinet.
Your husband needs to see what you’ve done.
She hadn’t been confused.
She hadn’t discovered something by accident.
She had arrived with a conclusion already formed and used our newborn son as the object she believed would prove it.
