“That tells me nothing.”

She took a breath.

“I was one of Teagan’s nurses.”

My stomach dropped.

Lucas was almost beside us now.

Trudy pressed the envelope into my hand.

“My number is on the back.”

Then she walked away.

Teagan had been eighteen when she told me she was pregnant.

I asked about the father more times than I could count.

“Does he know?”

“Mom, please.”

“What’s his name?”

“I can handle this myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

“Please stop making this harder.”