Ingrid tossed a paper onto my desk, which I immediately recognized as a pregnancy test. I could spot one of those anywhere, having slept and woken up with one in front of me for so long.

I could’ve been surprised… and maybe I should’ve been. But my only reaction was to fold the paper and hand it back to her. “This is none of my concern.”

“Yes, it is, Mr. Clifford.”

“Are you going to claim you were fired while pregnant?”

“No… I’ll demand you acknowledge the child. ...