dates raced through my mind.
After his vasectomy.
Unlike my pregnancy.
Paula’s pregnancy had likely begun after the procedure.
I almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
“Congratulations,” I said.
She started crying again.
“He says it can’t be his.”
There it was.
The same sentence.
The exact same weapon.
That’s impossible.
I closed my eyes.
“You need a doctor, Paula. Not me.”
“He says I cheated.”
Of course he did.
“Did you?”
“No.”
“Then get the medical information you need and protect yourself.”
She whispered my name.
I interrupted.
“Do not ask me to comfort you over something you helped him do to me.”
Then I hung up.
PART 6 — DIEGO COMES HOME
That evening, Diego appeared at the house.
I didn’t open the door fully.
“What do you want?”
“Paula’s pregnant.”
“I know.”
His face twisted.
“She called you?”
“Yes.”
“That baby isn’t mine.”
I stared at him.
He
