He turned toward her slowly. “They ran the test twice,” he said, his voice hollow. “I’m not the father.” Her stomach dropped. “That’s not possible.” He let out a bitter laugh. “You really are unbelievable.” Before he could say anything else, she snatched the phone from his hand. “This is Emily Parker,” she said, her voice shaking.
“There’s been a mistake. I need you to confirm what you just told my husband.” On the other end, a woman’s voice, rehearsed and professional. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Parker. We verified both samples. Your husband is not the biological father of the child.” Emily felt her pulse in her throat. “No,” she said.