"Are you crazy? What kind of messed up thing is that to say?"

"Well, if it's not my kid, why should I care?"

"It's Richard's baby. I'm carrying his child. The product of our decade-long love affair." She looked so proud, running her fingers over her still-flat stomach.

"Cool, noted."

"That's all you've got to say?"

"What else should I say? It's a love child. How am I supposed to react to that?"

I tossed the folder ...