AVA'S POV
It did not make sense. It couldn't.
Rachel Cross was unable to have Damian's child unless it occurred prior to or during our marriage.
The thought caused my stomach to turn.
I sat on the edge of the leather sectional in the guest suite, watching Landon play with the wooden blocks. Olivia, our reliable maid, kept a careful eye on him from across the room, her lips pulled together in a narrow line. The boy appeared overly calm. Too quiet. And too much like Liam. That likeness was haunting.
Damian hadn't talked for more than an hour. He stood at the living room window again, arms folded and eyes closed. The skyline shone behind him, yet he appeared to be staring into a black void.
"I don't believe her," I finally said.
He did not turn. "She has a test."
