“Do you really want to know?” His voice was a low growl.
“Tell me!”
He spun around, his eyes red-rimmed and raw, the mask finally cracking. “That year… the night you took the pills. I rushed you to the ER. While they were working on you, they ran labs. The doctor told me you were pregnant.”
The room tilted.
“Pregnant?”
“Three months along,” Michael said bitterly. “Exactly three months. The same three months you were sneaking around with Ethan. You do the math, Susan. We hadn’t touched each other in half a year.”