The door to the hospital room clicked shut behind Nathan Hale.

For the first time all day, he could breathe. At least Tessa and the baby were safe. Still, the blood test results weren’t in yet, and until they were, his mind refused to settle.

Nathan leaned against the cold wall of the hallway. Tessa’s words kept ringing in his ears. Her fear of how he might react. Her insistence that Robert Caldwell wasn’t guilty.

The man he’d hated for years. When he was younger, he’d ...