The rest of it I learned later, the same way I learned the ultrasound.

After the scan, Bryce pulled Camila into the clinic corridor and demanded the truth, and under enough pressure it came out: she had gone on seeing her ex, an architect named Dario, well into that first week of February.

“I was confused, Bryce,” she wept.

“You told me he was mine.”

“I thought he was!”

“No,” Bryce said.

“You didn’t think.

You promised.”