“Your mother was having an affair with all of us that summer,” Dale said. He’d finished his bottle of water ten minutes ago, but he hadn’t slowed down in his story. “Myself, your father, who was my best friend, and Riggs Friedman. We all knew about the other, and in the end, I honestly don’t know what we thought would happen.”
He wore a smile, as if the days of yesteryear really were that amazing. As if sharing one woman with his best friend and one of his enemies had been a real treat.
“A summer fling, I suppose.” He looked at Janey, the smile vanishing. “When she found out she was pregnant, she essentially chose who she wanted to be the father. She chose Greg, and they got married literally the next weekend. You came along eight months later, and while I suspected you might be mine, I
