At 4:38, Nolan texted.
I’m on my way back. I’m sorry.
I responded:
You should be.
Then:
Who are you with?
This time he answered.
Someone I need you to meet.
My stomach dropped.
Evelyn read it over my shoulder.
“Oh, absolutely not.”
“Mom.”
“Someone?”
“Who is someone?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is this another woman?”
“I don’t know.”
“You should call security.”
“Why?”
“Because you just gave birth.”
