I didn't answer Troy. Instead, I walked with the nurse to take Noah for his checkup.
He didn't stop me until Noah was settled back in bed and fast asleep again.
"Sophie, tell me the truth. Is Noah my son?"
I stared at his red, bloodshot eyes, and a sharp, bitter laugh caught in my throat.
"What difference does it make whether he is or not?"
"Of course it makes a difference!" His voice shook. "If he's my kid, that means I've had a son for five whole years and I never even knew he existed!"
I went quiet for a long time, then finally gave a small nod. "Yes. He is your son."
Troy froze completely.
"I was already pregnant when we got divorced five years ago."
My mind drifted back to the day I'd picked up my pregnancy test report. I'd been over the moon back then, planning to wait for h
