Kenny had been preparing to send another text. One with a photo of a tiny Grizzlies dress that he’d bought for the baby, when his phone rang. Carolyn was calling.
With a smile, he answered, “Hi, baby. I was just about to send you a photo of the adorable dress I got for Jocelyn.”
“Well, you can take it back. We got the results. She’s Gabe’s.”
His grip tightened on his phone. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please stop texting me.”
“I want to see proof,” he demanded. “How do I know you’re not just making this up?”
“I’ll text you a copy of the results.”
“Carolyn—”
She had hung up. He was about to dial her back when a text from her came through. He opened the text and inspected the photo.
It took several minutes to read through, but it was clear. Where it listed his name, it said that he had be
