"There has to be something wrong with the test. You can't have azoospermia. We'll go to another hospital. We'll get retested—"
He wrenched his hand free.
He used every ounce of his strength. I wasn't braced for it. My feet left the ground and I hit the floor hard.
Kieran crouched down, seized my chin in a vise grip, and spoke in a voice so cold it barely sounded human.
"Harper, why are you still fighting this?"
"That test was done at the biggest hospital in Ridgeport. The deputy director performed it personally. Do you really think there's been a mistake?"
"Now tell me. On your way home with that ultrasound, what were you thinking?"
I looked up at him and saw tears streaming down his face, heavy and uncontrolled.
He didn't seem to notice. He just kept talking.
"Were you thinking you'd finally have a child of your own, even if it wasn't mine?"
"Or were you figuring out how to deceive me? How to slip this past me without my ever knowing?"
"Or maybe you were celebrating with your lover. The two of you finally have proof of your love!"
His fingers tightened on my chin, grinding into bone. A cry of pain tore from my throat.
When he heard it, a smile flickered across his face.