Monday morning, Dorothy woke to Kylee’s crying and immediately checked her phone.
No missed calls. No voicemails. No texts from Jake.
Which meant he still hadn’t gotten her message. Still out on the lake without service, completely unaware that he was supposedly a father now.
He’d be home tomorrow. Tuesday evening, like he’d originally planned. And when he walked through that door, he’d expect to meet his newborn daughter.
Dorothy fed Kylee and tried to calm the panic rising in her chest. One more day. She had one more day to prepare.
After Kylee fell back asleep, Dorothy went to the bedroom closet and pulled out the bag she’d hidden in the back. The pregnancy padding. All the different sizes she’d accumulated over nine months—first trimester, second trimester, third trimester, full t
