Photographs.
Dates.
Everything.
Then, three weeks later, he called again.
“There’s something else.”
“What?”
“Your sister appears to be pregnant.”
I sat down.
“Is Mason the father?”
“She says he is.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
Grant paused.
“I don’t think he is.”
That changed everything.
Brooke had another man.
His name was Jason Reed.
A coworker from the event-planning company where she worked.
Grant had photographs of them together during the exact window when the baby had most likely been conceived.
Brooke had apparently been juggling both men.
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