The pregnancy test landed on Luca’s desk with a soft thud, the small padded envelope looking innocuous enough.

Until he opened it. Normally his secretary would have opened all his mail before he got it, but this package had been marked personal and confidential. Or Sally would hadn’t opened it just leaving it on his desk. He wished she hadn’t.

Two bold pink lines stared back at him, mocking him with their undeniable truth, making his blood run cold.

“Fucking bitch,” he muttered, ...