The envelope lay open on the dining table, the sonogram still staring back at us like a threat dressed in grayscale.
Same blurry black-and-white grain. Same curved shape. Except it wasn’t ours.
The name printed on the upper corner didn’t match mine.
And the date,just four weeks prior.
Adrian didn’t speak for a long time. He kept staring at the image like he was trying to pull truth from shadows.
“She’s bluffing,” I whispered, though my voice wasn’t steady. “She must be.”
Adrian slowly looked up. “Unless she’s not.”
My heart dropped.
“If she’s pregnant, that means…”
“She’s trying to reset the board,” he muttered. “Erase everything she’s lost and start again. With a child no one can challenge.”
“Except she used this photo to send a message.”
He nodded tightly. “It’s not about the baby. Not really. It’s about confusion. Doubt. Making us second-guess everything. If she’s pregnant, it gives her leverage. If she’s not, she’s borrowing someone’s proof.”
“And what if it’s both?”
The room was
