Tiffany’s mouth opened.

“Mike, I can explain—”

“You don’t have to explain anything to him,” I said, and my voice came out level and cold and carried further than I expected it to.

I looked at my ex-husband.

“Let me.

Five years ago, Mike — three weeks after you served me with divorce papers, because your private clinic’s fertility test said I would never be able to conceive — I found out that I was already pregnant.”

The color went out of Mike’s face the way water goes out of a tipped glass.