adopted the same title.
I pretended it did not affect me.
It affected me enormously.
The paternity test came back in January.
99.99 percent.
I framed nothing.
Announced nothing.
Cassandra and I both already knew.
Legal paperwork followed slowly and respectfully.
I was added to medical records.
Emergency contacts.
Preschool forms.
Custody discussions remained cooperative.
Then one rainy afternoon in April, I arrived in Eugene and found Cassandra sitting alone on her porch.
The twins were with Helen.
“You’re early,” she said.
“Seven minutes.”
“That’s practically reckless.”
I sat
