Gabe grabbed the lighter from the neatly stacked wood beside the fireplace and set the photo ablaze. It turned to ash in seconds, followed by the pregnancy test. We stared into the fireplace until the smoke cleared completely.

“Feel better?” I asked.

“Incredibly, yes… I’m finally free of the past.” He wiped his tears.

“Gabe…”

“Speak, sweetheart.”

“I…” I looked down, hesitant. “I don’t think my father’s so innocent in this.”

“You’re saying… ...