I stared at the photo again.Not because I believed her,but because I wanted to,because part of me needed it to be fake.

Because if it wasn’t, everything was about to change.

Adrian hadn’t moved from the edge of the couch. The pregnancy test in the photo looked real. Too real. The timestamp in the corner read yesterday.

She was fast.

Too fast.

“She’s lying,” I said, but it sounded weak even to my own ears.

Adrian reached for the remote and rewound the nursery camera footage from ...