I went to Bertram.

He didn’t deny it.” Matthias stared at the paper without touching it, as if touching it would make it real.

“My father would never—” “He did,” Fabian said gently.

“He had an affair with my mother before he married yours.

When she got pregnant, your family paid her to move to Connecticut and stay quiet.

Years later she moved back, and I ended up in the same middle school as you.” He looked up, his eyes wet.