“Would you like to explain to everyone why you had a paternity test run — with Vance — four months before your son was born?”

Gasps went across the ballroom, real ones, the sound of a hundred people’s evening turning over at once.

Rebecca went white beneath her flawless makeup.

“That — that isn’t what it looks like,” she said, and her voice did not hold.

From the back of the room, Daniel stepped forward, and he laughed once, short and hollow, a terrible sound in that bright room.

“I found the original PDF in your shared cloud folder, Rebecca,” he said.