“There is an active investigation concerning fraudulent documentation and unlawful transfer attempts tied to that property,” Detective Bennett continued in an even tone.

Patrick let out a dismissive laugh and said, “Savannah Pierce legally purchased that house months ago, so this must be a misunderstanding.”

Detective Bennett stepped forward and placed a certified copy of the recorded deed on my hospital tray, allowing the official seal of Bristol County to catch the fluorescent light.

“The registered owner of record is Brighton Harbor Properties LLC,” she stated clearly, “and the managing member listed on incorporation documents is Addison Grant.”

Patrick turned toward me with visible shock as the weight of his assumptions collapsed around him.

“Addison, what is she talking about,” he demanded, his voice no longer steady.

“I purchased your parents’ home six months ago through my company,” I replied calmly, ensuring every word carried without emotion. “I covered the arrears, settled the bank liens, and refinanced the property under terms that protected your family’s residence.”

part2

Twice.

“That’s… six months,” he said slowly.

“Yes.”

His brain scrambled to keep up.

“No, that’s not possible,” he said quickly. “She told me—”

“She told you it was fourteen weeks,” the doctor finished.

Allison’s breath hitched.

Diego turned to her slowly.

“Is that true?”

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t look at him.

Didn’t move.

And that silence…

That silence said everything.

“No,” he whispered.

The doctor continued, her voice clinical now.

“There’s more.”

Diego’s heart started pounding.

“What do you mean ‘more’?”

She turned the screen again.

Zoomed in.

“And I need you to understand this clearly,” she said. “Based on the development we’re seeing… the conception date does not align with the timeline you just gave me.”

The words hit harder than anything before.

Diego felt the ground shift under him.

“What are you saying?” he asked, his voice tightening.

The doctor met his eyes.

“I’m saying this pregnancy began before your relationship.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Absolute.

Diego’s hands slowly curled into fists.

He turned to Allison again.

And this time—

His voice changed.

“Whose child is this?”