Three days ago, you ordered a genetic test on this woman and her child without her knowledge or consent.

And yesterday, you received a result from that test that sent you running to Dr.

Wallace in the middle of the night.” For the first time, Christopher’s eyes swung to me, and every trace of his old arrogance was gone from them.

What was left was only fear.

It is a strange and sobering thing, to watch a person’s arrogance fall away and see what is underneath it.

For weeks I had known Christopher only as a cold and confident man, sure of himself, contemptuous of me, certain that the world was arranged for his benefit.