Caleb POV
I sat in that coffee shop for an hour after Bella left, staring at the cold coffee I'd never touched and replaying our conversation in my head. She was lying to me. I knew it with every fiber of my being.
That child wasn't Maya's son. That child was mine, was ours, was the baby I'd told her to abort years ago. I'd seen it in the way her hands had trembled when she'd said she "did what I told her to do," in the way she'd accidentally called him Tom before catching herself, in the devastation on her face when she'd learned about Grandmother's death and mentioned great-grandchildren.
Bella had kept my son from me for years, and I couldn't even blame her for it. I pulled out my phone and looked at the photo Jade had sent me again. The little boy with my grey eyes and Bella's smile
