“Or while you stepped into the hall.”

“Why would Christopher run a DNA test on baby Theodore?” I asked.

Raymond looked toward the closed bedroom door, his face pale against the dark mahogany headboard.

“Because he’s terrified of who that child might be,” Raymond said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

He wouldn’t say anything more.

He reached into his pajama pocket, took out the small black burner phone, and pressed it into my hand.

“Keep this on you at all times,” Raymond said.