Another page followed.
A timeline.
Clara’s pregnancy.
The ultrasound.
Seven weeks.
Conception dates.
Every date matched the final weeks before she had left him.
Julian looked up slowly.
“They’re…”
Clara nodded.
“Yes.”
“Our children.”
Julian staggered backward until he had to grip a chair.
“No…”
“I searched for you,” he whispered.
“I came back to the apartment.”
“You were gone.”
“I had nowhere safe to return.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“You should have told me.”
She looked at Vivian.
“I tried to tell the only family you listened to.”
Vivian immediately shook her head.
“That’s not true.”
Clara calmly reached into her purse.
“I kept everything.”
She removed an unopened envelope.
“My pregnancy confirmation.”
Addressed to Julian Prescott.
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