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e side, deep in thought.

"Now, wait a second. Maybe I do know her."

"What?" his wife croaked.

He snapped his fingers. "Yeah. We had a class together in college. Calculus. Her hair was long and dark, and she always sat in the front row next to this bald lesbian."

Shannon went sheet white. " Montgomery, " she whispered.

"Whoa. Hey. I never slept with her," he swore. "Never even talked to her, I don't think. I just remember my friend Alex asked her out once. She turned him down. Said she was already seeing someone."

"I wonder who she was seeing," Olivia murmured. "I bet he's the father."

Three feet away from them, Boston tore the note from Olivia's hand.

"Boston! What—"

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scrutinizing squint of the eyes. The dizzy spell that almost dropped him to his knees made his vision blur. He blinked repeatedly until he could focus on the words again. But no matter how many times he examined them, they continued to read the same.

Dear Mr. Montgomery Kincaid, My name is Cassidy Trenton. I am nine years and ten months old. I am looking for my dad. My mom is Ellie Trenton. She will not tell me his name, but she met him in college. She said he was the son of an astronaut and named after a state capital. I read about you in the magazine. You married the famous model Shannon March. They said you went to the same college my mom went to. They said your dad was a real-life astronaut. You are named after the capital of Alabama. Are you my dad? Please come meet me.

Sincerely,

Cassie Trenton

Frozen with horror, Boston could only gape. The blood congealed in his veins.

Yes, he'd done it now. He'd thought Ellie's name, and look what atrocity had emerged.

Dear God. She'd even dubbed the baby Cassie—the very name he'd chosen.

His stomach churned.

This was wrong. All wrong. It wasn't possible. That baby was dead.

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to think she was lying. "So just leave me alone, Boston. I never want to see you again. I want to move on and forget."

"Umm...guys?" came Olivia's voice from beside him. A moment later, Monty tore the letter from his grasp.

Boston lifted his face.

His brother's jaw sagged. "Holy Shit, Boston," he said, glancing down at the child's scrawl. "This letter was meant for you."

Boston shook his head briefly to deny it. "No," he rasped.

"It can't be. Ellie...she told me she had a miscarriage."

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