He swallowed.
“She’s my daughter.”
I stared at him.
“Your what?”
“My daughter.”
“How old is she?”
“Eight.”
My mind immediately started calculating.
Ethan and I had met seven years earlier.
“Did you cheat on me?”
“No.”
His answer came instantly.
“No, Annika. Lauren and I dated briefly before I ever met you. We broke up before she knew she was pregnant.”
“Lauren?”
“Mia’s mother.”
I gripped the paper tighter.
“So you’ve known about this child for eight years?”
“No.”
