The light shining through the windows caught on her blond hair and the side of her delicate face, and she looked so alone and lost that he reached out and took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. I’m not the enemy, the squeeze was supposed to say. But yeah, this sucks.
She looked up at him, surprise crossing her pretty face, and she squeezed back.
“I have another bouncer if you want a breather yourself,” she said.
“Sure.”
She disappeared into a back room and returned with a yellow bouncer with a stars and moon mobile. Alexander pointed at it.
“You like it?” Liam asked the baby. “Let’s get you settled in it next to your buddy, Shane.”
He put Alexander in the bouncer, buckling the little harness, and turned the reclining seat so that the boys could see each other. He stood and came back around the counter when Shelby’s phone rang.
She glanced at the cuckoo clock. “It’s only one forty-five. Could that be the hospital lab?” Her phone rang again, but she seemed frozen in place. On the third ring she grabbed it from her tote bag. “Shelby Ingalls speaking.”
“It’s them,” she mouthed to him, the phone against her ear. He watched her listen, her eyes full of hope. Tell me what I want to hear, those eyes beseeched. But then the light went out of the green depths, and she clearly couldn’t contain the sob that rose from inside her.
She croaked out a “Thank you for calling,” then put the phone down on a table next to a teapot, her eyes welling, anguish dropping her to her knees on the circular rug.
“Oh, no,” he said, closing his eyes for a moment. Oh, no. No.
She burst into tears. “It’s official. Shane is not my son.”
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