I got home just before lunchtime. I’d already known by the texts she’d kept sending yesterday, but she was pissed.The moment I walked inside, it was to find her in the living room with Ben in her arms. She sent me a cold look, then got up and walked to the kitchen without a word to me. I sighed but didn’t immediately follow her. The house was quiet, and I wondered where everyone had gone. It was a Saturday, but they might all have their stuff to do.I ran upstairs to put away my clothes. I wasn’t in the same outfit I’d worn yesterday, and I doubted she’d missed it. She would want to talk to me, and I wanted to see my baby boy before I went back to meet Jake again, so I went down to talk to Mom.My heart trembled a little. A good part of why I was always such a behaved girl, besides being introverted, was because Mom could be scary when she was angry. At least I knew, while she was holding Ben, or as long as he was in the room, she wouldn’t start shouting at me.“Hello, Mom,” I called

It was easy enough to figure out.Klara was hiding something, and there was no way I could meet her, or try to talk to her, while I doubted her. It might have been easier to just ask her, but I hadn't been sure if she would have told me, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear what it was, if it was what I’d been thinking.What I found out was so far out of my expectations, though, that it took a while to process.Brian, my old college friend and current PI, had worked faster than I expected. He’d told me who Ben was within a day, and the moment he told me the dates that aligned with his birth, it was easy enough to count back roughly nine months to when Klara and I met.She’d told me herself that she hadn't been with anyone besides me for the past two years, and even in the middle of my doubts and suspicions, I was still inclined to believe her. Going by her character, in that time, there wouldn’t have been anyone else before me.The conclusion I came to, was that the child was mine. C