I brought the baby home with me, and I did everything I could to hold Lauren together through a shock that had torn the ground out from under her — a woman who had waited years for this child, abandoned at the summit of her joy by the man who was supposed to be waiting there beside her.

I cooked for her and sat up with her and held the baby while she cried, and underneath all of it, I built a case against my own twin.

Because in my mind, over those three days, there was only one possible explanation for what Ethan had done, and it was the worst thing I could imagine about a person.

He was a coward.