“I… I can try to make this right.”

My eyes dropped to his T-shirt—the cartoonish drawing of Slash. All planned? How long had he been watching me and my son?

“You humiliated me in public. They faked the DNA test…” Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I begged you to do another one. And you… you wouldn’t even look at me… acted like I wasn’t there…”

He wiped my tears away. Unbelievably, Fred Hunt was wiping away the tears I was shedding because of him.

“Forgive me for ...