taken out?” I asked.
Tyler looked sick.
“My father said there was a couple waiting for a private adoption.”
Vanessa’s face had gone white.
“You gave away my baby?”
“No.”
“You just said—”
“I stopped it.”
“How?”
“I found out what he had done after the paperwork had already started. I told him I wouldn’t go along with it.”
Vanessa’s breathing quickened.
“So what happened to my child?”
Tyler looked directly at me.
My stomach dropped.
“No,” I whispered.
“Claire—”
“No.”
“You need to understand the timing.”
“No.”
“You and I met later.”
“No.”
“You were already pregnant when—”
I stood.
The room seemed to tilt.
I remembered the day I met Tyler.
A friend’s birthday dinner.
A crowded restaurant.
I had been six months pregnant and newly separated from Mason’s biological father.
Or the man I believed was Mason’s biological father.
His name was Daniel.
He had left halfway
