Noah POV

I stand there holding the phone and the words on the other end don’t assemble into anything coherent for several seconds—not because I didn’t hear them, but because the brain, when confronted with something completely disconnected from reality, sometimes simply refuses to process it.

Paige. Pregnant. With my child.

Finn has stopped pacing. He’s gone very still in the way that precedes either total restraint or total destruction, and I can feel him deciding ...