I spent the rest of the week in a daze. I blew off Ginny a few times and canceled on Alvin. I couldn’t think straight, and I didn’t want to talk to them about my son.
Shit. My son. I had a son.
Maybe. Probably.
The only thing I’d decided was that I needed to have the paternity test done. I had to know the truth. If he really was mine, I’d go from there, but I had to know.
I bounced from wondering about him to hating Jane. How could she keep something like that from me? Why the hell didn’t she tell me? Was something wrong? Was she okay?
I thought about calling her, but I wasn’t willing to get sucked back into her orbit. I searched for an obituary online and didn’t find one, so I knew she wasn’t dead. In my mind, that was the only acceptable reason for her to abandon our son.
I was sti
