The questions bore deeper with each receipt. A restaurant. A mid-city car park. Each detail pulled a thread loose. These were proof of repeated meetings with someone—quiet enough to go unnoticed—until now. His throat tightened. He could see her there, leaning in toward somebody, smiling. Someone who wasn’t him.
The thought slipped in before he could stop it—Is the baby even mine? It left a bitter taste in his mouth. He clenched the receipts in his fist, furious at himself. Lina had been laughing with him yesterday. She had given him their beautiful daughter. How could he doubt her now?