It was from Camden.
I debated burning it, but my curiosity won out.
I tore it open.
Oakley, I know I can’t fix anything, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know the truth before someone else tells you. I got a DNA test after everything happened. The baby… she isn’t mine. She never was. I am sorry. Camden.
I took his pathetic letter, folded it neatly, and slid it into a drawer beside my ultrasound photo from that life that was never meant to be.
Three months later, I got another call.
This time, it was Elise’s mother.
I almost didn’t answer it, but for some reason, I did.
And she told me something that made me sit down so fast I nearly missed the chair.
Elise had abandoned the baby with her mother and left town.
