I lay awake watching shadows move along Eva’s ceiling.

I thought of the test result, of Callum’s arm behind Sloane on the sofa, of the nursery catalogs hidden in a drawer I no longer had access to.

At two in the morning, my phone lit up.

A message from Callum.

Mom says you made a scene.

Please don’t embarrass either of us.

My lawyer will be in contact.

I read it twice.