CLAYTON POINT OF VIEW.

"Nadine was carrying my child," I said to Trent over the phone. "Before she disappeared, she was pregnant with my baby."

"Ohh, shit," he replied. "Now that's nasty."

"Of course it is," I said. "Look, I need you to resume your search for her. I recently found out that the baby Natasha just had isn't mine."

"What? How?" He said, his voice heavy with disbelief. "A DNA test was conducted and ... well, the child isn't mine," I said, crestfallen.

I had been trying not ...