I Found a Newborn in My Ex-Wife’s Home on Christmas Eve, Then the Truth Came Knocking

that from you.”

She gave me a look.

“Possibly from both sides,” I amended.

I made sure the room was warm, brought her water, found extra blankets, and stood awkwardly near the door while she settled Noah into the bassinet.

“Gavin?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t call your mother again tonight.”

“I won’t.”

“And don’t call Vivian.”

“I won’t.”

She studied me to make sure I meant continue reading …