still hadn’t learned.
“You realize you’re repeating yourself?”
“This is different.”
“How?”
“My vasectomy was months ago.”
“And did you ever complete the semen analysis?”
He froze.
That was the moment I knew Gabriela had information he hadn’t expected me to have.
“Where did you hear that?”
“Your medical paperwork.”
His face darkened.
“You had no right—”
“My attorney obtained relevant documentation through the appropriate process.”
He went silent.
I folded my arms.
“You never confirmed the procedure worked.”
“It should have worked.”
“Should have isn’t the same as did.”
He rubbed his forehead.
Then he looked at my stomach.
“Can I come inside?”
“No.”
“Laura, those are my children.”
“Interesting.”
“What?”
“A month ago they were another man’s children.”
His eyes filled with something that might have been shame.
“I made a mistake.”
“No. You made dozens of decisions.”
He looked stunned.
“You decided not to believe me. You
