Ivonne sat at the edge of the guest room bed, her hands cradling her lower belly protectively. The air was still, yet her thoughts spun like a hurricane. The doctor’s words replayed in her mind like a taunt.

“You’re pregnant.”

The impossible made real.

She stared at the calendar on her phone, swiping back through the weeks with trembling fingers. She calculated again. And again.

It wasn't adding up. She hadn't slept with Tobias until weeks following the date of conception.

Which ...