The bathroom light was mercilessly bright, bleaching the face in the mirror to a pale, hollow white.

The gold faucet turned. Water trickled out.

Jeremy cupped both hands, drove the water hard into his face, and when he looked up again, the man staring back at him felt like a stranger — someone from another life entirely.

His Molly was lying in a hospital bed. The woman he'd once loved, carrying his child, and another man was the one at her ...