I Spent $92000 On Preston’s Wedding Reception Until The Truth Changed Everything

younger. Exhausted. Bruised around one eye. A young man sitting beside her with dark hair and a tattooed wrist, holding her hand.

And a monitor beside the bed. Not a heart monitor.

A fetal monitor.

“He’s the father,” I said.

“We believe so,” Frank said.

“What’s his name?”

Michael looked at me with something I did not want from anyone.

“Eli Mercer.”

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